The keyword to the past couple of days?? House, I fear. It's almost starting to look like a house now. The hole in my wall now looks nice again, and when I walked in on Friday, I found out that dad had already had made plenty of progress on my new floor. And on Saturday he already managed to fix the livingroom, while Martin (Kaz' boyfriend) put an extra lock in my door (note to self:"Give girlfriend the other key") and Kaz and I fought to think of silly little jobs that needed doing.

Then made plans for at least hitting a pub on Saturday night but passed out ill instead around 10.