Is it shrove Tuesday today? Or have I missed it?
If not I must buy pancake-making-materials!

I need your help! I have one more half-day’s holiday to take before Christmas and I need to get your votes on which of the following options is best:

• Wednesday (tomorrow) afternoon – I have the morning already booked to recover from tonight’s party, but have to come up to London for a gig in the evening anyway…

• Thursday morning following the gig, which isn’t expected to finish late really

• Friday afternoon, in order to run home and bake my mum’s birthday cake for Saturday

• Monday morning, just because!! And also I could hang out with friends a bit longer on Sunday

• Christmas Eve morning (we have the afternoon off) – but then I would probably have to go home a bit earlier, which I don’t really want to do…

Your opinions please!!

In Budapest there was this amazing coffee place called Coffee Heaven (it really was heaven!!) – it looked like a chain but I only ever saw the one. Aside from having the most extensive range of coffees and added extras I’ve ever seen, it had great nineties cheese playing and the walls were covered in inspirational phrases, mostly to do with coffee!

This was one of my faves – Actually, this seems to be the basic need of the human heart in nearly every great crisis – a good hot cup of coffee.

K and I are breaking up. It’s been a couple of weeks now and I’ve been putting off saying anything about it to most people but I think I need to face up to it and get it out there.

It was a bit of a shock, but not totally unexpected. We’d had a conversation while I was there, and that along with several things that had happened indicated that maybe it wasn’t what he wanted. I don’t think it was the distance, although obviously it didn’t help; I could have kept going indefinitely if I’d been convinced it was what he wanted, and if I thought he thought it was what he was still going to want in the future, but it was always hard and I couldn’t have stood it unless we were both 100% sure. So in that sense it was mutual, and it’s definitely not more painful to be single than to be long-distance, so far. It’s sad, the way that relationships are always sad when they come to an end, but it feels like the right decision. I feel like a bit of a failure, like I didn’t do enough to make it work, didn’t hold on as much as I could have, but I know I gave it my best and hope not to have any regrets. Things are weird at the moment but I hope we’ll continue to be friends, and it’s not like we’ll never see each other again.

So now to get on with the business of adjusting to being single – I’m actually quite looking forward to this, I have changed so much for the better in the past three-and-a-half years, and I can really focus on my own priorities for a while.

Neighbours have apparently left their cat behind, or so think the RSPCA who left a big note taped to their door.

What kind of people would do that? I mean, I used to think they were noisy and annoying but not inhumane…

It’s been two days since they moved out and there’s nothing to be heard… doesn’t bode well for poor kitty. This is really sad.

My neighbours have moved out! There was the most unholy amount of banging all day yesterday and all this morning but… woaaaaaaaaah. I had forgotten how it felt to be at home on a Sunday afternoon without earplugs. Bliss!

look! a printable list of my goals so I can check off all the ones I worked towards today!! and a morale-ometer! ooooh! blimey!