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Uch. How dare someone ruin my flat for me? Its the 'not knowing'. If I knew what had happened then I could sort it out easier in my mind. But because I dont know I'm going through all the "what ifs?" and driving myself (& Mister Man) insane.

I'm (unfortunately) going back to work tomorrow. I have the dread. I cant abide the place but there you go. It could be worse. I dont know how but it could be. Tonight is teambuilding. I'm heart sorry that I missed it. Truly. I love 10 pin bowling. Its ever so hygienic.

Finally caught up with Kerry tonight. I thought she was gone for 2 weeks cos I hadnt heard a dicky bird from her last week. She has some stories that lassie. You cant take her anywhere. I could tell from the voicemail she left me that she had something to tell me, so I thought she'd got engaged on the piste (have no idea what this means but I know it has something to do with skiing, "piste" not "engaged") which sounds mighty nice, getting engaged in the snow under a sparkly sunshine. But no, she got a concussion and hospitalised. I should have known really.

I couldnt deal with any more urine today so I still have a boxroom filled with bicarbonate of soda. Will buy white vinegar tomorrow and re-scrub tomorrow night. Idiot idiot boy.

So anyway, tomorrow. Will go out for bus at 7.10. Get on bus at 8.40ish. Get into work late. Go through all the crap left on my desk. Get given more crap. Wish I hadnt come back to work. Go out for a walk at lunch. Come back. Deal with crap. Go for bus at 4.45, get on bus at 5.30 (if I'm lucky) and home for 6.30. Thursday is crap and timesheets. Friday is crap.

Crap crap crappity crap. Crap!