My alarm c(l)ock went off at 7am which meant that I was out of bed and showered by about 8am (!) and ready to leave the hotel by 8.30am. I left Jeremy sleeping and looking completely adorable and hopped in Mildred to get to work.

The M4 (oooh - so exciting) was packed but moving so I got to Hungerford in little over an hour, meaning I was in work like, on time, almost. Or something. Well, no, actually... I was about 45 minutes late for my official start time but I was in before 10. Which is good.

Mildred has been over something, I think, as the mid-section of her exhaust is wibbly and rattly, which'll be a bad thing. Oxford French told me that a baffle had gone as well (whatever that may be) and I said I'd not bothered replacing it until I can hear whatever it is. As I can hear something now, she's booked in to have her bits and pieces done tomorrow. I will have to be in before 9am (!) so they can perform a diagnosis. Eek!

Not much else, really. Jeremy called me mid-afternoon to tell me he'd been doing more shopping and that he was in a bar somewhere. Orange was being crap (no, surely not!) so I couldn't hear all the details.

Send MarkD an Orange Messenger message saying "Orange is shit. Will call when I'm near coverage." I don't know whether it got through or not. Paule called from a wedding in Warrington to say "Hi" and enquire as to general health and have a bit of a giggle about the Bank Holiday weekend and concur loosely with my assertions.

Blimey. Must do washing and things: Brussels this weekend! Ooh - I'm such an international whore, me.