Hello all

So much to tell!!!!

Well Friday night as you know I stayed at Mr Flash's. Not very exciting as most of it really was sleep.

Sat was great. Got home, chilled out, did a few chores and then went to see an old housemate of mine. *Frankie* (he wanted a really camp name but have not got any imagination today) and me used to be extremely close. He's gay and me being a good old fag hag got along with him brilliantly. Unfortunately he had a massive fight with Lauren and ended up moving out. I was really upset but we left things on a bit of a wierd note and hardly spoke to each other since. Anyway, time is a great healer and 3 bottles of wine we were back to our normal selves, and I'm happy to say I have a good friend back.

We ended up going out into town. One vodka lemonade and I was practically falling over but not before phoning Mr Flash (i know!). He told me not to come round as he was too sleepy. Probably a good idea as I woke up 8 hours later in bed (alone thankfully!), fully dresses and with a pounding head. I couldn't find any asprin in arms reach so decided to go back to sleep.

Woke up about lunchtime with big munchies - does anyone else ever get that after a night on the lash? I could literally eat anything and not feel full! About 5pm I started to feel normal again and thought it might be an idea to give my room a tidy as it looked like a bomb had hit it - again why does that always happen after a night out? Whilst doing this I got a text from the boyf. I hadn't spoken to him since Thursday evening and to be honest although he had fluttered into my mind once or twice I hadn't missed him.

We got chatting on text and eventually the conversation steered onto how I was feeling about everything. I had to bite the bullet. I told him that I liked my space. Iliked him. But just wasn't sure the two fit together. He tried to convince me that we could see less of each other and still be together. I disagreed and when he eventually asked if he 'still had the honour of calling me his girlfriend' I said no. I felt like such a bitch. He came round after that and spent a couple of hours crying, which set me off. I hate seeing people cry, I have no idea what to do or say. He left as a friend but when I'll speak to him next I don't know. I want to give him some time out to get his head together before I even approach the subject of maybe hanging out as friends.

Today has been a complete bore. I've been over in Manchester in Corporate Responsability meeting. 4 hours talking about charity events and recycling. Bare in mind I did not volunteer for this role. It was thrust upon me taking up even more of my preciious time. Ah well I'll just deal with it and be brilliant as always ha ha. Only bugger tho was that I managed to burn my skirt with a ciggerette and drop lunch down me. Had to quickly get a new outfit from H&M as I had an interview with a recruitment agency. I figure that although I want Cowbag's job I might as well keep my options open.

Right I'm off for a well earned rest and will be in work bright and early tomorrow as always. So much to do so little time to do it.

xxxxxx