British Summer Time

A change to British Summer Time kills me. Every time. I don’t understand why we keep doing this; there is no scientific reason behind it anyway.

So what’s new?

Ex has moved out. A guy from IT moved in. He’s only renting a room from me for few months. Very professional, likes his gym – actually he looks like Buzz Lightyear, when you think of it. I've become obsessed with guessing when he wanks. I’m 94% sure he did earlier this evening. He came back from a weekend in Yorkshire, saying he is having an early night, as he needed to get up at 3am. And off he went, into the wanking world. The annoying thing is that I will never know if I was right. Well, unless I ask him, but that would be spoiling the game.

Anyway, apart from that, not much is happening. Work, work, work. Some of it for a charity too - am now officially qualified to talk to people who are contemplating suicide (I thought this would be a useful skill to bring to my management role, at work).

Situation with Mr TV Director – no change – I’m still trying not to give into evil… but I’m hanging on a very thin string, and if it breaks I’ll fall straight to hell, and into his open arms.

Not much dating to report. I’m contemplating dating someone from work, out of convenience, and because it is new, to me.

Oh, and am happy to be back… Watch this space.