Meals are at eleven, one, half-two, three, five, seven, and nine, and if you want a quick snack, you can just ask Mrs. Doyle there

I was a bad naughty girl yesterday and didn't do my Thursday hot-or-not. This is why NaNoWriMo would be no good for me, I can't even stick to the stupid deadlines I set for myself. LAME-O.

Hot

Free books. M works in a bookshop and got a free copy of a Muriel Spark book, which she passed on to me. It's brilliant.

It's nearly pay day, and only one more to go before I start my new job and get a raise. YES!

The Domestic Sluttery blog, which has been providing me with hours of entertainment

Some of the episodes of Cagney and Lacey on my birthday DVDs don't work, so I am going to download them from iTunes. Sweet!

I'm seeing my friends this evening and we very well may eat some chips from the Lansdowne Fish Bar.

Weekend.

Barbara Wright. Sneaking up the list of my favourite Doctor Who characters. I think she's great.

She's a dead tie with Liz Shaw for my favourite of the Doctor's companions. She is so good in The Aztecs as the reincarnation of Yetaxa and I love the fact that she is so intelligent. Why can't the new Who include such good female characters?

Not
I hate getting the cross country train to work at the best of times but it is even worse when it is full of people who have been to shows at the NEC. I've been in the office all day and am lugging my laptop and they've been swanning around eating chocolate. Grrr!

Artic winds

The workmen who start outside my window half an hour before my alarm goes off and then stop to have breakfast as I'm leaving the house.