Xtra, xtra, read all about it!

18 days in the office to go after today. I thought it was 17, but
damn, it's still 18. How boring. Will I miss it? Not a lot. Am busy
dreaming of a life where I don't end up sitting in an office all the
time again. Rug's mother asked me if I'd found a job yet. That's not
the first time she's asked me. Maybe she's getting worried about me
spongeing off her son. Rug doesn't mind what I do as long as I'm happy.
Lovely Rug. I am a very lucky woman.

It's HOT HOT HOT in the city today. By the time the train pulled into
CJ on the way to work I'd had enough, not so much of the heat, but just
of the dreary going into London every day. It's getting harder and
harder to come in to the big smoke. I'm way too excited about starting
my new life now.

Off to Devon at the weekend, for the long weekend, to Jane and Iain's
wedding do. Hope the weather's nice. I need it to be warm enough to
wear my new outfit. I'm looking forward to seeing Jane's wedding dress
as I think she's made it herself, talented girl. Although by the
evening I guess she might have changed. I hope not.

D still hasn't give me an answer on my flat. Maybe he's just thought
his answer and presumed I'm telepathic. I get the vibes he doesn't want
it now, but I'll have to phone and check with him. I can't believe I
might actually put it on the market tomorrow. My itsy bitsy tiddly cosy
lovely flat (that will hopefully sell for megabucks) will soon be
gone.