QT cutie

Bry has taken to sitting near the telly (our living room is too big for the headphone wire. Ooh the luxury) to watch TV while I'm facebooking writing.

He said he feels like an old man in a nursing home that I've shunted in front of the telly to keep out of the way.

I love it. No more rubbish telly noise to contend with. I am literally sitting here in silence and loving every minute.

Oh god. It's sentences like that that show me I'm turning into my mother!

Anyway, I finished my writing course tonight, felt quite emotional when I pressed the 'send' button. It's been a bumpy bloody journey with all the crazy house stuff but I'm really pleased that I stuck with it in the end - I was so close to sacking the whole thing in last month.

I hope I get a good overall mark but even if I don't, at the very least I can now say 'I am a writer' and only cringe a little bit when I say it...