It is a beautiful day outside.
I am here behind a desk. On my own. In the office.
Still I have piles of exciting work to keep me occupied this afternoon. Thrilling phone calls to make and exciting documents to read. Or something.
But do you know what, I actually should not complain. I've just had a reeeeally nice email from a friend down in Sussex who is about to move with her boyfriend to Tunbridge Wells ("I know... T.Wells... Twinned with StuckUpBaden - No Gays, No Tramps, No Public Expression of Fun...") to live with his dad. Her youngest baby is running through a series of stressful, disjointed and above all long NHS tests to discover the cause of what appears to be a sight problem. She hasn't had a night out with her man in two years... who am I to moan??
AND she still managed to send me a really nice birthday card. I'm barely that organised with my family.
Think happy thoughts.
Final series of Six Feet Under starts on E4 tonight. I have been an addict since it started but have a feeling I will only catch this final series intermittently. A shame as I still love it.