I didn't wake up until 1.30pm, which wasn't particularly helpful in making my day good, but when I finally lurched out of bed I did useful things, like tidy.

I figure that given I only have two months to clear the shit out of my flat, now would be a good time. Anyone who's seen my flat would concur that two months probably isn't enough to eradicate most of the stuff I've stashed since Torrington Park but there's whordes of it. Mobile bills from 1995 and all sorts. They all went into boxes, handily marked "junk" which will get dropped down at the tip. When I figure out where it is, exactly.

Other useful stuff was continuing with my quest to get my apparently Linux compatible printer to work under Linux, but with little success. I did do some fabby looking letter heads in Illustrator and sent them off to the printer via email. And the business cards as wel. Then I shoved the letterheady stuff into StarOffice to make templates for people who don't need to receive letters on colour paper (clients, I'd imagine...) and things like that.

All in all a good day. I can see the carpet again.

BabyJamie popped around in the evening to collect his watch, which has been sitting on my coffee table for about a year. He's as nice as ever and off to Perth in a few weeks, so he has my mobile. I'm off to Southampton at the weekend for a boogy with. Jon popped round too and commented on being able to see the carpet.

I cooked a chicken curry for Jon in the evening - but at his house. It was increibly lovely, actually, and I think he was somewhat surprised. Watched the first four episodes of League of Gentlemen series one, before moving on to drunken mutterings about our respective CEBs. Always, er, fun.

I've got a sense of, well, apprehension about doing this whole France thing. I think, though, that that's a good thing as it's a driving fear rather than a "Fuck! Shit! what am I doing? Stop!" kind. Which is a good thing. I'm quite looking forward to it all. And, of course, if it all goes wrong I still have enough cash to come back and look around for a job, so it's hardly a life-threatening arrangement.

I'm quite looking forward to it all, actually.

My new minidisc player is soo teeny and cute.

I really should get to the gym. I'm so fat and horrible now! Hopefully cyucling around Marval and drinking wine and doing little else will be fantastic for my physique and tan, but I think I'd like to get a head start...