good morning britain!

This is my desk for the week. Also known as The Table. Where curry is slurped, wine is spilled and the world is put to rights.

Health & Safety wouldn't approve of the lack of a back or arms for my posture, but I don't really care. I'm only sat there for a bit and I can flop on the sofa when I need a break.

As much as Friday was a strange day for me - being the last day in the office - today - being my first day OUT of the office - didn't seem weird at all. I got up with Bry, saw him off at the door, stood about staring into space for a bit, made the bed and off I went into my day. I am obviously SO built to be a lady of leisure rather than a hard ass business woman (not that I'm ever one of those either, but you know what I mean).

It has been a really hideous day today. Rain. Rain. Rain. And I can feel slight rumblings in my chest so I'm worried I'm getting a cold. Wouldn't be so bad if I could knock back double doses of drowsy benalyn but you're not allowed that when you're up the spout so it's no fun!

Tomorrow is Stephen's funeral. Me & Tom are speaking at it. I am very nervous, but equally I want to do it. I hope for the following things:

a) that I get through it without doing squeaking crying talk
b) that I get through it without making a huge mistake or accidentally swearing
c) that I get through it without my waters breaking...

Wish me luck.