That Friday feeling...

...is one of tiredness. Since returning to London on Monday, it's been one long week. WI on Monday night, hairdressers on Tuesday at Mowgli (trainee prices that you can't beat but which unfortunately take up the entire evening), Tim's gig on Wednesday, supper with A&A and then a long phone gossip with Sz on Thursday. And then its Friday and I'm completly exhausted. Much as I was looking forward to TJ coming down for the weekend, I'm rather glad that its been postponed until next weekend. This way I get to watch Big Brother in relative peace, although I think that I will be accompanied by B and M as we await my M's return from work. Which reminds me, I must try and get home before they arrive, as all our suitcases and bags for the holiday are still in the kitchen and there is a large pile of washing awaiting a cycle in the washing machine.

And next week looks set to be as busy. Pole dancing lesson and photoshoot on Monday, haircut on Tuesday, drinks on Wednesday etc etc. And we still have to find time to move a car from Berkshire to Shropshire... All this activity and I still can't find anything interesting to write about. This blog is starting to resemble a 'to do' list.