What did I say Eddie? What did I say when you found out you were pregnant? "You said get me the knitting needle, Pats" A KNITTING NEEDLE SAFFIE

I can't wait to start my ilex course, I'm so over not having anything left to achieve.



I'm finding people in general really dull at the moment. Why aren't we all more spontaneous? I also seem to be finding that people read far too much into what others say and generally take everything too seriously - they're just words, and words are so easily misinterpreted. I'm finding it so tedious when people throw a strop (usually about something I've said or done) when if they could just get over themselves for one minute they'd realise that, actually, no one wants anything from you and no one has even asked. This is me, not taking responsibility for anything. (But it's true)

I have five gorgeous days off work now. I'm going to spend a lot of time sleeping, drinking gin and tonic, going for lovely long,loud drives with my windows down and music up, going to the pub with friends and spending money on frivilous meaningless trinkets and then desperately hiding them from my parents.

I love my new hat by the way, I'll post pictures soon.

So this weekend I'm going to exeter for the day on saturday to see old friends and for a change of scene (I never thought it possible to get tired of london what with so much to do, but it really is) and then sunday and monday I'm going to go back to lightwater and have drinks in my lovely big garden and HAVE THE HOTTEST BUBBLE BATH ANYONE EVER EVER EVER HAS HAD. You know that saying about how you know a bath is hot when you put your hand in and you cant tell if its too hot or too cold? I love going home, I have this little ritual that i've had for years I'm going to go home and have my lovely hot bath, then i'm going to wrap up in a towel, get a cold glass of wine and a cigarette and sit in the garden. Then i'm going to make the biggest, yummiest salad and watch my new Brigitte Bardot collection on the big screen and see old friends. It is really quite pathetic how much im looking forward to that but i'm seriously more exicted about that than any other part of my weekend including exeter, including the hoxton pony, including watching the world cup, all of it.

I found an old playlist today, songs i havent heard in months. I adore it and have had it on repeat for hours. I think the guy downstairs probably despises me. That and also i think he's in a mood because when i get home i pick up the post and put it on the table, where as he actually sorts my post and stacks it into a neat little pile and leaves it outside my door. What's the opposite of boys will be boys?

I miss lots of people. Particularly those travelling and working abroad. I adore you, the oldies are the besties.