Well, after ALL that I was up folding/ironing clothes until midnight. And THEN, me being me, I decide to empty the dishwasher. I put 2 large glass bowls into the cupboard and continued to put things away. Somehow the bowls fell OUT of the cupboard and hit the granite counter shattering into dust. I had little shards of glass in my arms. I had to bust out the vacuum and of course that woke E up who spent the next hour singing quietly to himself.

Anyway, Saturday morning we chilled. I wandered round the park for ages with my dog and met up with my in-the-park friend C who I hadn't seen in ages. He kept telling me how great I look which put me off. Not bothered if I see him again now. How awful is that?

I completely forgot that I had plans with T. He called me anyhow and we spent the afternoon wandering round Liverpool's new shops. We had drinks in John Lewis' Cafe which charged me £2.75 for a blueberry muffin. I wouldn't have minded but it was mostly for show (although I DID manage a bite or two!) Bastards.

We picked up a pizza from Costco for T and G to have for dinner. It was nice to hang out but by the end of the night I just want to be alone with G and he starts to make it obvious he wants to be alone with me. T left around 9 and we made out for the rest of the evening.

We did a car boot sale this morning to start unloading junk before the big move. Then the sky opened up. I offered to give G a hand job in the car whilst we were waiting but he declined. I'm so classy.

Anyway, I'm fucking knackered. I'm just sleepily stumbling through a quick catch up, as you do. WEEKENDS! You wait all week for them but Sunday night rolls round and you feel more exhausted than you did Friday!

I'm going to bed.
TuRRAh