Mindless now.

When my problems are few and far between so are my blog entries.

Have practically moved in with Beth. We've been demonstrating, eating cake and plum crumble and home grown tomatoes, swimming, playing table tennis in her basement, playing badminton, watching trashy TV, cycling and sitting in her conservatory basking in the sunshine. It's fucking heaven. Work has been so damn easy as well. The boss is away, and the replacement pharmacist is his little brother, just as qualified but a whole lot less uptight. He hasn't complained once about anything anyone has or hasn't done. He even thanks people and doesn't time people's lunch breaks to the second. I'm worried I'll miss being indoors now. My new job could get tiring and overwhelming. If they offered me £8.75 I think I'd stay where I was.

Still addicted to Big Brother, still haven't washed my clothes, still can't wait for Monday. Everything's easy now.

I missed my Natalie pictures.

'She's eating roses on toast with tulip butter,
Praying for her mirror to stay young;
On its no longer gilted surface
This message she has scrawled:

'O somewhere between Heaven and Woolworth's
I live I love I scold,
I keep kingfishers in their cages
And goldfish in their bowls.' '

- Brian Patten
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