Thursday

Worked hard yesterday - did loads, quick drink afterwards and back home with fish and chips before the pub qui started - watched Masterchef in bed and fell asleep. Had a bizarre dream about two headed spiders coming out of the toilet.

Have a meeting in Brighton tomorrow, and then it's the weekend - I'm very behind on my admin at the moment - need to catch up.

Alfie Greyhound has developed a strange behavioural habit of unmaking his bed and then whining until I re-make it for him.

At work yesterday we agreed that the British high street is populated by crap shops and retailers who don't care. We went for our sandwiches to M&S - the bottleneck at the entrance created by stacking it with gaudy winer woollens was creating chaos with the good citizens of Hastings, one errant zimmer frame and the whole thing collapses like a house of cards. The heavy smell of freshly unpacked knitwear and central heating sucking the air out of the room.

In other news, it would seem that the middle east is descending into chaos again.