So, the boyf and I had an 'altercation' last night, on account of his being ridiculously suspicious every now and then. He turned up this morning with his tail between his legs and was met with a frosty reception. However, he claims that he is only suspicious because he thinks so far we've been 'perfect' and he's terrified that the bubble will burst. Loads of gooey creeping flattery ensued, and I began to soften. Have only eased up slightly on giving him a hard time though.

So I finally put him to bed (as he'd been working the night shift) and pottered round the house for a bit. Woke him up at 1pm but ended up getting in for a snuggle and woke up at 3pm. Whoops. Made a nice lunch of baked spuds, beans with melted cheese, and chicken dippers. Not wonderfully healthy but filling nonetheless! Then he was off to work again and I went to my mums to play with the wee kitteh and watch Midsomer Murders. TV is really novel to me lately, seeing as I don't have it in my house. I'm even fascinated by the TV ads! Shared a glass of milk with the kitteh and then headed home, by way of a white-knuckle car ride courtesy of my mother who blagged her way through her driving test.

Back at home, fed and petted my chubby lady, and settled on the couch to watch Hancock (an alright film). Have now levitated upstairs to my bed, via my dressing room to do an extremely brief workout. Et voila - its gone 1:30am and I'm still up!!

I wonder if tomorrow will be just as exciting.....