Jamie drove me to work this morning in his ickle SEAT Ibiza. It's very camp indeed and frankly reminds me of Steve in The High Life and his little Fiat Panda. How very bizarre. I used to dream of having my own car when I was 18. Actually, I think I was still dreaming of actually passing my driving test to be honest.

More tedium at work - but achieving things slowly. Ah well. Jamie and I had fish and chips at lunchtime. Oh - how romantic. That's got to be at least a year since I last had them.

Have requested boxes from Tescos. I shall start packing things up over the weekend so I can move it all down to Hereford next weekend.

Today's lesson: Don't assume that wearing headphones means people can't hear you. Indeed, when you think "people won't hear this" then fart really loudly, bear in mind that the rest of the office aren't listening to music like you are.

Oops.