So I got into work at an almost reasonable hour to discover myself to be the only one in the office all day. That got incredibly boring so I ended up researching my France trip. One of the things I need is an internet service provider (fournisseur d'accès Internet) so whilst I was looking I looked to see if ADSL was available in the region near the cottage.

The long and short of it was having a daft argument with Owen about the fact that department 87 was too high to be Haute-Vienne - and that it was clearly Vienne-Haute and I was wrong - which it isn't and I wasn't. So that all came to a bit of a head because I was not in the mood to be corrected. Then I had the Tony thing paraded infront of me which pushed me over the edge. He sent me quite a sweet ICQ in the evening which placated me - followed by an email which meant communication was restored. Bleurgh. Stuff.

However. To cheer myself up I did finally get round to booking my ferry tickets to France. I sail on Sunday 12th August from Portsmouth. I return on Friday 30th November. I shall have to extend Mildred's tax and MOT before I go. Although frankly, I wonder whether they'd notice in France - what with her being a native and all?

Must get a phone as well. Had a long chat with Tony and was recommended Itineris (Orange) and wanadoo.fr as my ISP. Should be good. Spoke with Jeremy as well. Turned down Alexi's party invite.

Voyager in the evening. Very good. A Seven episode. Jeri Ryan really is quite sexy.

Went to the pub with Steve and Jon and ended up getting completely trollied. I had a bottle of wine with dinner, a few pints in the Hogs Head. By 3am we were sitting in Jon's flat listening to Altern8, being nostalgic and consuming an unknown quantity of gin. Very scary. Matthew considered 3.30am an inappropriate time to receive a telephone call. Pah.

In bed by about 4am.