Oooh do you know, there's something theraputic about having hairs ripped out of your legs. No really. I was in a hideous mood earlier, but after my visit to my beauticians I'm feeling bloody good. Ok then!

Otherwise things are good and bad. I'm feeling positive, and rather devoid of stress still. It's pretty damn cool. I also realised yesterday that I can get a £180k mortgage, which means I could buy a 2 bed flat in a slightly dodgy area, a 1 bed flat in a fairly nice area, or a house in a very dodgy area. Cool eh? I'm not going to though, yet. I'll renew my rent contract for another 6 months, wait for my salary review, see how things are going in my relationship (which is only 2 weeks old as we speak!), then review the housing market.

There are only a couple of things bothering me at the moment. One is my continuing inability to get the flat in order, and the other is Rallen and his job. He's desperately unhappy which makes me unhappy, and it's all so hard. This country is fucked for jobs and it's so shit. I really try to help but there's only so much I can do and I know ultimately it's down to him. I just wish he had the confidence in him that I do.

I'm still ill but feeling better than I did. Rallen bless him has been there for me all the way, bringing me food and drink and checking I'm ok. Even in the middle of the night he cuddles and comforts me. My ex of 8 years hated it when I woke him in the night ill, he got all grumpy and resentful with me. Rallen is such a precious soul, I do love him.

Isn't The Sims addictive? I hate having a kid though, maybe this is a reflection of real life?

GDx