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Aaah what an exciting housewifely existence I have. Pot of soup on the stove, yoghurt in the yoghurt maker, washing machine loaded up for tomorrow and a new settee coming in the morning. These, I am afraid, are currently the highlights of my life...

Naah actually there have been some other highspots, like my handsome beloved being home last week , and I had a granny party and played all my Max Bygraves and Ken Dodd records and we played pass the parcel to Boney M and my oldest pal in the world (since 1976!) came to visit , and we drank a lot of whisky, and I got 83% for my last essay (expected a pish mark), and an interview for the TEFL course I want to attend this summer. It's looking up!

On the subject of handbags, I have a confession to make - I bought a very nice new one. An extremely nice new one. A Lulu Guinness one indeed. It is YUM! But I am definitely not allowed any more after this and I blame all of you reading for not stopping me going into the shop.

You won't believe what the filthy pig of a man next door does. He gets pished and then pees into his empty White Storm bottle and flings it out the window. Can we bring back hanging?