I know I shouldn't, but I have been perusing classifieds. £36k seems quite fair for a little baby Cessna. Certainly it's slightly more extravagant than splashing out on a new Mildred! But no, not a serious thought. Not for now, at least.

Perhaps next year!

Work's going a bit better today. Lots of progress but I've got so much to do I'm all in a bit of a tizz. Oh that's so queeny.

Went to the gym again! I'm so virtuous and healthy! Toby woke me up this morning to tell me about all the lovely boys he's been prepping for me in Sydney and to tell me he'd secured an apartment on Oxford Street for the duration of the Mardi Gras. What a star!

Long phone call with French Tony in the evening, who finally came out as a top. Could've fooled me. Explained my all-encompassing plan for the summer and he said Perigueux is boring and that I should go and live with (and shag) him in Rennes instead. Can't be a bad offer.

We've arranged to get together on Friday night and go to the Coven. If there's time we'll choose an extra play-thing for the night but if not just head back to mine.

I have received a commendation for my technique. Not that I'm smug or anything!

Long long chat with Matt in the evening about everything under the sun and his impending singleness.