Well it's been a while. I doubt anyone has had the patience to continue checking. I haven't had much in the way of internet access over the last few weeks. I doubt they'd be amused if I blogged at work. I'm in the newish and rough and ready internet cafe on Paris street. I was called Dude. But then, so was everyone else.

Work is going ok. I have been subjected to much training. I am working shifts. Sometimes 12-20:00, sometimes, 7-3 and occasionally 9-5. I think it's going ok.

Life in the bedsit is fine. I bought a rug for it a week or so ago which has made it seem more homely. I keep getting threatening letters from the TV Licensing company asking me why I don't have a licence. In the section where you write why not, I said I thought tv wasn't worth £121 a year. Having said that, I may be inheriting an 80s TV of the parents, in which case I will obviously get one.

It has been both mine and Rosie's birthday over the last few weeks, which has sparked off a couple of meals out with friends and family plus a trip to Plymouth to spend some money.

Everything else seems to be going fine. Think I'll read other blogs now. Bye for now.