Ooh, I’m very excited today. I’m going to J’s tonight for a girly sleepover. I’ve packed my zebra print pyjamas and leopard print slippers (what? clashing prints are in) and we’ve got a whole man-free night planned, filled with (in no particular order): Merlot, pizza, Green and Black’s, putting the world to rights, champagne, strawberries, gossip, chick flicks, oh and did I mention Merlot? I’m also very excited as J has currently got the gorgeous Louis staying with her and it’s about time I caught up on some serious greyhound time. Oh - that means it’s not a man-free night really but I’m sure that we can count on Louis to be the soul of discretion.

The other J is back doing the bathroom floor again today. I’ve just had to play nursemaid as he just cut his thumb on the angle grinder (’feck!’). He also told me that he got home last night, opened his van, and nearly died when: ’sure, if the dog from next door didn’t jump right out of my van!’ Holly, who has already irritated him intensely by putting little paddy paw prints in his cement, obviously decided that she’d become too attached to him to let him go home for the weekend on his own, so had hitched a ride. He was not impressed.

I’m also, in a weird retro way, being Christmassy today. The whole house is filled with the wondrous scent of cinnamon, spice and brandy. This is not because I’ve lost all track of time, but because I promised to make another of Nigella’s chocolate Christmas cakes for C’s Mum. And very nice it smells too. Where’s that tinsel…

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