Life is like a box of chocolates - You never know who stole the praline crunch...

I called the mortgage dude this morning to find out how far my mortgage had come along. Apparently they are just about ready to "go to offer" but I have no idea what that means. I need to give them bank statements so they can see that I am currently paying rent!! It amazes me that they need proof about the strangest things. They won't be able to see who or what I'm paying but they want the statements anyway

I've had a relatively interesting night but there isn't really much I can tell you without breaking confidences. One thing I will say though - If you are having relationship problems the best person to call at 3am is NOT the single guy who's heart you've plucked out with a spoon on various occasions over the last few years. Let's just say it won't be the most constructive of conversations... I think I'm safe, as far as I know she has no knowledge of these pages nor does she have a computer.

The rest of the night was spent watching telly, licking my wounds and eating cherries (no, there is no euphemism there unfortunately). It doesn't read like I had a busy or difficult time but you'll just have to trust me. When everything has blown over I might report it.

It's good to know that I still have friends out there and that they are looking forward to me being back around. My time as a creature of the night will soon be at an end.

Today's Word: MISCONCEPTION

Today's Mood: Bruised but salable

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