updatey

I finally watched Torchwood last night, with P. Gosh. Gosh.

P. told me it had a really disgusting bit in it that I wouldn't want to watch. :D :D

E. and I are going off to Scotland late this afternoon to bond with Scottish granny. E. has carefully packed her wheelalong puppy suitcase with 1 pr. knickers, 1 t-shirt, 1 pr trousers and 1 pyjama top.

I have no bloody idea what we're going to do there, but I'm hoping it involves pepper chicken, a bookshop and at least one cup of coffee in Ashton Lane.

BA managed to crash land a plane just in advance of my departure, so I'm hoping they've taken a bullet for Easyjet, as it were. Poor old P. has reached the age of being anxious about TV news: yesterday, he sat there like a rabbit in the headlights through studio discussions of just why the engines failed; and then the news moved cheerfully on to discusss the alarming trend for 11 year olds to be stabbed.

In other news, I've been attempting my tax return and analysing underlying sales trends, whilst in the grip of crippling (insert time-of-the-month TMI here). O.o. Bleh. I'm not sure that my financial analysis is altogether reliable, but I think I need more income and a hell of a lot more chocolate.

MY GOD THAT WAS SO DULL I SHOULD JUST DELETE MY JOURNAL NOW

*changes to cheerful Nicholas Hoult icon*

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