Things I had in/around my ears when I went to the shops earlier:

• Wide black Alice band
• Purple glasses
• Hearing aids
• Ear hooks for listening to MP3 player

I have £35 worth of Amazon voucher burning a hole in my pocket. I cannot figure out what to get. Should I be sensible and put it toward that weight bench? Even though I’m still a little way off lifting weights? Should I upgrade my little hair curling/drying device since it turns out I’m not strong enough to lift my hair dryer anymore? Maybe I’ll get some of those videos upgraded to DVD finally… maybe Tori’s live DVD/CD that came out last year? I could always use more books!

I spent Thursday to yesterday with Horatio. We didn’t mesh as usual, but apparently we are too strong for that to bother us. So I’ll just talk about the food. Saturday night we went out with his Mum* and I had baked Camembert for the first time. I totally need to make it myself now. I just had toast with it, there were celery sticks, but I only had half of one so I don’t think it counts. It was so smooth and warm and yum yum yum.

* I’ve decided this will be my last night out with his Mum. She did not like me to the extent that she wouldn’t even come in the house if I were there. For over five years she treated me like this. Since Horatio moved out though she’s decided that we must all be friends for reasons best known to her. We’ve gone out to two meals now and I’ve exchanged a few e-mails with her. She hasn’t apologised for how she treated me or even explained what I did that was so horrible. Anyway, things felt very forced all through this last dinner and I felt so incredibly awkward. When she dropped us back at the flat I said thank you very much for dinner and she said, ‘mm-hmm’ and turned to talk to Horatio. I figured I must have been excused so I got out of the car.

When we got home Horatio and I indulged in a couple of films: How to Lose Friends and Alienate People and Twister. The former had one funny spot, lots of clichés and many predictable moments. Thus the palate cleanser that is the latter. While we watched we had a rousing games of Scrabble and Horatio surprised himself by winning. While we watched and played we drank a cocktail of Mountain Dew with a shot of gin. That is one yummy drink. Definitely going to have it again.

Sunday we went out to lunch before my train. I had lovely nachos with all the trimmings to start, vegetable enchilada with not-enough-sauce-to-sit-in so it was more burrito-like and served on rice and refried beans and gorgeous, moist, rich chocolate cake with ice cream. We had 50 minutes before my train at the end so we sat around being cold for 10 minutes before I told Horatio he could go and I’d just go wait on my platform. Happily, once he escorted me to the ticket barrier we saw that my train was already there so I could sit in warmth.

When I got home I put my bags on the porch, sat Fergus on them, rang the bell and hid around the corner of the house. Weasel answered the door and asked Fergus if he’d walked home by himself. I amuse me.

Weasel and I had lovely conversations to catch us up on the weekend’s events. Our TV area project is technically complete. I have a little cleaning I want to do and I will take photos tomorrow. I am very pleased with how it has turned out.

BlanketGirl has wisely decided to postpone her visit here until we know for sure if her husband has the new job he almost certainly does have. We hope to know within the week.

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