Early evening

Well, maybe not quite so early. I'm sat here blogging whilst listening to it rain outside, less than pleasant for tomorrow.....but I'm also mildly fuming....

Ex-housemate was all about coming to collect post this evening, so I told him to come round about half eight-nine-ish to get it, so that I'm not left staying up for his benefit. As yet no sign. And I leapt out of the bath early so that I wouldnt have to do the whole 'naked-answering-the-door' thing, which is always a drag.

Have also discovered that my sneezing is highly amusing. Well, get me. But whilst on this topic, does anyone else get quite the same thrill out of sneezing that I do? I'm sure it's an urban myth, but I've heard tell that if you sneeze seven times in a row without time to pause, you drop dead. Wonder how they did double-blind trials on that one. But there's a lovely feeling you get by sneezing, something that isnt quite the same if you hold it in (for which I have to hold my nos these days)....or am I just being strange again?

Tomorrow holds the delights of another early rise and more work. Arse. But there remains the prospect of waffles once again, something that eases the pain.....