It's 4 O'clock In The Morning And It's Starting To Get Light

... in the immortal words of Beverly Craven. Of course it's not 4am, it's 2.30, and the only light is from the street light and the computer screen. The things is about quoting immortal lyrics that it's tricky to be in the exact same situation.

It's  obviously time for my new song... it's 2.30 in the morning and it's not starting to get light and I wish i'd lit up a cigarette and drunk a bottle of wine because if I had I probably wouldn't care about the fact that it's 2.30 in the morning (breathe) and i'm still awake and writing the longest sentence in the history of the world ever! The End.

Instant chart topper dontcha think??

Well on a slightly less manic note the packing seems to be going relatively well although i have absolutely no clue where all this stuff came from. Even less of a clue where it's all going. Gulp.

My (very lovely and exceedingly slim) friend told me today that the weight gain won't be from all the junk we've been eating but because we'll have put on muscle with all the hard work. Some friends really are the best aren't they! Plus I have received a strange e-mail about badgers from another friend, which can't be bad. So YAY for today.

Be warned though people of Norfolk... Maris will be out and about tomorrow with a sleep deficit and feeling stressed...

:) xxx