Politics for a change

Prescott's growing on me.

The problems with saga-based romance potential

Let's call him David. I met David on the first day of our university interviews. We walked through the gate together, having found out that we came from the same part of the world. Over the next six years, I've discovered that he's stubborn, over-sensitive, a stickler for his brand of politeness, smarmy, manic depressive and severely lacks a sense of humour. He's also allergic to eggs, skinny and has an appalling mother.

We rowed for much of college. Then Jamie started lodging with him, so I see him all the time. I started thinking that I didn't want him to think I was a bitch any more. I wanted him to think better of me, just because I like to be liked, I guess. I bought his sister a congratulations card when she got into Oxford. Just tried to be nicer to him. I quite enjoy winding him up. He's asking if I want to have a drink with him on Friday, which I can't do anyway, because I'm watching the Big Brother Final with Jamie. Whether this is him just wanting to be friends or if it's meant to be a date, I don't know yet whether I want to go there.

Conquest of Mess

I'm trying to make my flat look a little bit less abandoned. May even stretch to dusting later. Couldn't urge myself to do it until today - it's taken all week to recover from Spain with the kids. The tour was eventful this year, to say the least. We witnessed a knife attack and subsequent arrest (and even furtherly subsequent nudity of the offender when his trousers fell off), one of the young 'uns was slapped in the face by a tiny Frenchman and one of the big 'uns almost did a striptease down the aisle of the coach along to 'You Sexy Thing'.

Spent Sunday and yesterday traversing the country to go to the wedding of a colleague (ugh. Hate that word), where I only really knew her. Apart from the Israeli dancing, was more bored than virtually ever before by the whole affair. I'm vowing never to go to a wedding alone ever again - it's just depressing. Jamie was invited, but the charge of potential weirdness was valid in this case. We keep getting invited to things as if we were a couple by my friends. Not useful.

So now I think I'll nip across the road to buy blutack, coat hangers, candles and a new plant to replace the one that finally died while I was in Spain.