Hot water

Dirty girl. Ugh, I hate not feeling fully clean. Still tonight, while the heating is not yet on, we do at least have hot water for showers. Phew.

Work was fine and even miserable M shared some gossip with me. I took it as an olive branch. It seems the firm are considering appointing someone new to our team as we are imbalanced at present. It does make some sense and goes some way, I think, to explaining a few things I've been unsure of recently. I'm not sure it will change my mind about looking to leave but we'll see. Never say never.

I was pleased to find my wallpaper had arrived at the office and I was glad to get it home to check paint colours against it. I'm still undecided about the magenta but feel I want to back my creativity and make a statement so I hope I will go with it and not chicken out.

I had to get home early to meet the plumber and then went light fitting shopping for above the dining room table. L confirmed that he could fit the one I liked from Ikea so I went ahead and bought it. More money leaving the account....

Here's L just finishing the ceiling in the dining room. He's now onto the walls and has even eaten the lasagne his wife sent him down with yesterday standing up in the kitchen as he's so covered in paint and plaster dust, he says he's not fit for the sitting room... Whereas I'm watching Missing in front of the toasty fire. I know which way my bread's buttered.

I've just set up an informal interview with the firm I'm interested in for a few weeks' time, which is a good step forward.

Tomorrow, though I am going to the funeral of fellow blipper dear Rachroo. She was taken far too young at 43 and it just does not seem fair or real.

Oh and there's no baby yet.