Eeek I gave in and decided to blog! I have an hour on time so while browsing the computer I figured why not. Well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Arrived in France yesterday where we stayed in a 'cosy' and 'quiet' and rather 'inexpensive' hotel.

Today we hired our little van, yes van, and drove over the border into Italy. We'll be going to Monaco on Wednesday. I don't have time to write out every inch of my trip thus far as....well...I coulnd't be bothered to be frank.

We ate at an empty restaurant whose only English words were 'Whahh??' and 'No'. I'm still hungry.

Apart from that the trip has been fabulous so far! xx

Monday 29th January - Thursday 1st February = Away in mainland Europe.

Please don't burgle my house!

I rolled out of bed at 11am this morning, in a panic that I was late for work or had missed some crucial event, but alas I had not.

We are ready to depart for the airport and shall do so in a few moments. In the meantime I shall continue to type....

Reminding everyone to watch PokerFace tonight! Fab show that!

Have a lovely week, and don't get too down in the dumps without me! x

*Forgot to remind you all about POKER FACE which will be on on TV3 & ITV (8.45pm) the next few nights. It is a FANTASTIC show hosted by Geordieland's finest, Ant and Dec. I was on high dose steroids for rejection when this was on last, and my eyes couldn't even read the questions because my sugars rocketed so high.

You may need to stick with the show for a while to follow it, but it's a fantastic programme. How cool it is to be able to sit here and think about how far I have come and how much I've improved since the last series.

That's ITV or TV3 at 8.45pm. It doesn't matter if you've missed the first few nights!

It's the weekend! Yahoo! A time for reflection upon the past week's events, trials and tribulations, fun and adventures; a time when one can sleep in and not have to worry about anything.

Oh wait....no. I work on Saturdays. Whoops.

When I went to London last week, I set my alarm on my phone to ensure I would have a chance of waking up early. For some bizarre reason, the alarm never went off. I checked to see had I set the wrong time or not set it at all, but *ick*, problem unsolved. I thought nothing more of it, until the early hours of this morning, when for another bizarre reason, it went off! I was highly confused and couldn't fathom what was happening, so eventually turned on sky News to see the time was 3.45am.

Not only must I have set the wrong time; I set the wrong day and date too. I didn't even know the phone had a two week memory installed in it. Pesky phone. On the upside, I was delighted when I woke up that I realised I had another four hours sleep left. Wait, make that five; whoops. Oh well, there were no customers waiting.

I can't go into detail about customers as per the patient confidentiality clause; but I can say that some of them are highly strung and annoying. More annoying then the 'only have a fifty on me' customers are the customers who *let themselves into the shop after closing* despite the shutters being half way down and the lights turned off, and collect their goods and then insist on paying for them *even though the til has been turned off* and then wanting to get something else *even though the til has been turned off for the second time!* -Before anyone smartly remarks about insisting on paying, with medications, you don't have to pay for them there and then. Anyway, I love my job really...

Tomorrow I'm flying out to Nice, and will be in San Remo and/or Monte Carlo on Monday. It should be fun, cold, and um...fun. These blogs are getting longer and longer, so you'll be glad to know that I shall not, I *repeat* not, be blogging until Friday. I hope you can all get out for a spot of fresh air in the meantime, and if someone could have updates of Home&Away and Neighbours ready for me when I get back, twud be fab!

No room in the inn!!

The luas(tram), at peak hours is always packed like a can of salami. This morning, my dad came up with the ingenious idea of catching the luas in the opposite direction, and then switching to the one going back again, so as to get a seat. It worked. Just about. Apart from the 'nearly getting knocked over by a 2mph tram' part.

Coming home again, the thing was even more packed. We squeezed on -just about - and it set off. At the second stop, even MORE people tried to cram on, despite our murmurs of 'there's no room'. So a man literally pushes his way on and stands (crushes in) beside me and reaches his arm up to hold on to the bar. This leaves me with my nose touching his armpit. *Disgusting*. So slowly, I maneuver my body around and just as I get into position, I look up and am faced with another man's chest. I slowly look up at him, and as I reach his face, I see his dark eyes glaring into mine. *Yikes*. He didn't look a happy bunny!

It was a very uncomfortable ride for 3 stops, until a man got off, departing his seat, which gave me way to 'fall' and land in the empty seat, despite the fact there were two other passengers clambering for it. Ahhh the ole 'fall and land' trick. Highly recommended!

Work today was enjoyable, as I was allowed in the boss's office again! I actually got in at nine o'clock too, which must be a personal record!

Tomorrow I am up early to work in the pharmacy. And then all I'll have to think about it my trip to Monte Carlo on Sunday! Way Hey!

*Redbook-Medbook blog updated*

Today I got my second dress...and shoes and bag. I guess you can never have enough of those things really!

I got blood sucked out of me today. I was amazed to hear that some patients don't adhere to taking their anti-rejection medications. It absolutely beggars belief! I mean for goodness sake.

Speaking of rejection and that, I wish my friend 'Harry' all the very best, as she deals with some mild rejection at the minute (not at all related to not taking medications I can ASSURE you!).

Today was work day in the office, and it was so much better 'cause we locked George J Laurer (the INVENTOR of the scanner) out of the room today! I worked with my boss which shows two things.
1) My boss is less nervous of me now and instead of running in the other direction, she now welcomes me into her office-albeit while holding a barge pole. Only joking!
2) She's no longer embarrassed of me.
3) I don't have B.O. Well, she'd hardly let me sit beside her if I stank. Unless she had a blocked nose....Come to think of it, she *did* have a lot of tissues and she *was* sneezing a lot.

I clearly cannot count, as I said it shows two things and I said three things. Well done to those of you who were alert enough to spot this error. Well done to those of you who actually read this far. Well done to those of you who are still reading, even though it's clear I'm just taking up space with my 'Well Dones'. Well done.

Now I need to be asleep early, so as to be able to *Rollllll* out of bed at the crack of dawn tomorrow for work.

Later Post:

It was decided today, that I should purchase a second dress for my ball. I'm not going to try and wear the two at the same time, but I'm just about squeezing into the one I have and the mother is worried I'll pop the zip 5 minutes before we're due to leave on the night. Also, I'll need to nip to the 'Ladies' to 'shoot up' my insulin, which will require me to lift up, or pull down the dress- an ideal opportunity for the zip to go 'ker-plunk!'. Besides, as the mother rightly points out, it would be good to have a nice dress for the spring, for more ball like occasions that may arise.

I was in work today, and finished my two folders of invoices. I have another three to go. I have bloods tomorrow in the Mater, so I get the morning off.

I was a bit worried that I may have been having rejection last week considering the utter tiredness, and not wanting to get out of bed antics that I felt. This week, however, I am glad to report, that it would appear it was nothing then a bit of innocent lack of energy, over working etc. I blame George J Laurer (INVENTOR of the scanner). I feel much better now.

Early Post: I have very frizzy bunchy hair, that is neither straight nor curly, but rather just kinky.

The other day I straightened it, with hopes of raising my self esteem which was lowered having being cursed with this hair.

My father came in and said:
Him: "Oh your hair is straight"
Me: "Yes"
Him: "It is very nice" (My self esteem takes a jump)
Me: "Why thank you" (Still glowing)
Him: "Much better then when it looks all 'buzzzz'" (makes an afro shape with his hands)
Me: "What?!" (Self esteem hangs in balance)
Him: "You know the way you usually have it? You know, when it looks like you've had an electric shock? You know, when its all out to here?? You know, all buzzzzzzzz??"

*Self Esteem plummets*

I am still feeling a bit tired today, so decided to take the day off work again. I will go back tomorrow and face George J Laurer (the INVENTOR of the scanner) and invoices once again.

I got up and had breakfast and tablets and then got back into bed and slept into the afternoon. I think I must have over done it last week, hence causing this tiredness.

I went shopping to Dundrum today, thus getting my daily walk in whilst doing a bit of window shopping at the same time. While in Marks and Sparks, which was rather quiet, I spotted a cashier lady, who looked bored out of her wits reading at her til - Maybe George J Laurer (INVENTOR of the scanner) was skulking about. She looked absorbed in her reading, and unwilling to help anyone, so i presumed it was a rather good read!! When I passed her up close I discovered upon inspection, that this was no Charles Dickens she was reading; no Judy Blume; not a "Heat" nor an "OK" magazine. No. She was reading a children's pop up book! Well, I'm presuming it was a children's one, as I have yet to find an adult's pop up book. And believe me I've looked!

I tried on my dress for my ball today, and thankfully I still squeeze into it. I've never actually worn it before so I felt I should make the effort and give it an outing. It seems I may have put on quite some weight though.

Speaking of which, I had my weekly fix of Mc Donalds. Considering I'm doing so well only having it once a week, I added a hamburger into my mix today. Add that to the total, and I ate 12 Mc Chicken Mc Nuggets, 1 Mc Large Mc Fries, 1 Mc Small Diet Mc Coke, and 1 Mc Hamburger. So many Macs...

My sugars seemed to have settled again today thankfully, although I had a bit of a high reading this morning. I'm going to wait until after my Italy trip to begin weaning again, as its easier to have perfect sugars, then take one less injection and be running high. Running high doesn't make me feel unwell, but I strive for perfection and get very stressed at readings above normal. If you know nothing of the diabetic world, I hope to educate you and not confuse you. I feel I may have just succeeded in doing the latter. Oops..

The Mickey Debate

I mentioned a week or so ago, how I would be removing my feeding tube from my tummy as it has been doing absolutely nothing except for annoying me these past 6months. I wanted to get it out when I had a few days free, in case there was any kind of leaking or anything.

So today, having no work, I decided would be the ideal opportunity. It was my Mom's bright idea to ring my old Children's hospital and get advice about covering it etc. Except, that they were pretty much against the idea of having it out! Now they didn't say 'no' but I was warned of everything that could go wrong, and it was rather risky.

Reasons against:

It's been in for 15 years, thus its a sort of 'permanent' hole, that mightn't necessarily close up that quickly

If I take it out altogether I could leak which would cause burning and infection, as well as a permanent leak.

My tube size is '18French' which is one of the larger ones, so it may be necessary to wean down the sizes instead of taking it out altogether

And all of this takes time, which since I'm going to Italy on Sunday, means I don't have a lot of time to be messing about.

Reasons for:

I want it out now!

Its hurting me sometimes, just having it in.

If I don't have it out tomorrow I will have to keep it in for another 2 weeks, and thus have it in for when I go my fab ball.

So all this causes the 'Mickey debate'. I don't know what to do really. I am aiming to do it tomorrow, but if it turns out I do need to fill it with a smaller tube, I have no way of getting one, bar going around hospitals looking for them. It's a bit of a mess really. Puts my complaining about scanning into perspective. Where is George J Laurer (INVENTOR of the scanner) when you need him?

On a diabetes note, I have decided to go back on a small amount of my 24hour insulin as I'm still having highs of about 14 and I'm not too happy about it. I'll try again in another few weeks. Over and Out..

Helen

I can't recall my first meeting with Helen, I guess we were about 14/15, and only got know each other from assigning ourselves to the same lunch table - we had a mutual friend. From the moment I saw her, I *knew* she was the one. Hah hah! Just kidding...

I have no memories of Helen before that, as I remember seeing an old photo of her, pre hair straightener days, and thinking I'd never seen her looking like that [bad] before! An early conversation with her went something along the lines of

Me: "Omg Eileen, I was sitting in history, right, and then I realised-"
Helen: "Helen"
Me: "-that I'd forgotten my book and....what??"
Helen: "My name's Helen; You called me Eileen..."
Me: "No I didn't"
Helen: "Yes you did"....and so on.

I thought I'd offended her, what with the hostile tone she spoke to me with. But I think she's getting over it now.

So my ode to Helen:

I have a friend called Helen,

Whose head is the shape of a melon,

But it doesn't matter because I like Helen,

Even though her head is the shape of a melon.

One day there was a pond and I thought she fell in,

But she didn't 'cause she's Helen

I like Helen, and I also like melon.

If I had to choose I'd choose Helen, not the melon.

But if given the choice I'd have Helen sharing a melon...with me.

The last part doesn't rhyme I know, but it took me hours to perfect that poem, and I am just so tired. I have been drinking Coffee all night, pencil in the ear, scraps of paper all over my desk, with my dim desk light shining on my work. I edited and edited that poem until it was just right. And now the sun is about to rise; the world is awakening from his slumber and I, having completed a successful night's work am about to *Rolllll* back in.

This evening I heard a story from a girl, about how a boy once called her an idiot. This is not the first time I have heard this story; in fact, I hear it, word for word, tone for tone, expression for expression, every single time I'm over at her house. I asked her how long ago this incident happened, to which she replied "Oh years ago".



This girl is five years old.



I feel very old.



While over at her house babysitting her and her sisters we watched High School Musical. We then went back and picked songs and sang and danced to them ( I was in heaven!), taking turns playing the different roles.

In all four songs I sang, this was the person I played:

No, no. Not the girl in the pink; I played the camp brother (who is a little *too* close to his sister for comfort in most scenes)in the ridiculous green farmer's hat. Over and over again.

Yes here the weirdo is again.


I also worked today. Thankfully George J Laurer (INVENTOR of the scanner) has no place in my pharmacy, so I got to do other things for a change. Like use the pricing gun and.....em, use the pricing gun. I also got to set the pricing gun and generally use the pricing gun. It's amazing what you can do with a....never mind.

Tomorrow, I will get up early and make an ode to my best friend Helen. Any words that rhyme with 'Helen' are gratefully received. And yes, I already thought of melon.

*UPDATE: My sugars reached an outstanding (in the league of worst sugars) 18.9 before dinner!! Can you believe it? Too many cream cakes me thinks...I think I'll go back to my 24hour insulin tonight, just a few units. I just thought I'd say that, so you can all update your medical charts on me. That's 18.9 at 7.45pm. 17units of Novorapid self administered...

WOW! I really feel today that I am the luckiest girl alive! Do you know why?? Well...I went into work, was taken out of the cold basement where I was put yesterday, moved up the house and actually got to share an office with another HUMAN BEING (poor thing), and was given a DELL non crashable computer! And then what happens?? THEN, just as things are really looking great for me, I am told to SCAN!!!! *shudder* Ever go through a whole day thinking you've been there before? Oh wait, I WAS! Honestly if George J Laurer (the INVENTOR of the scanner) was in my office I would throw that stupid, stupid scanner at his head. And I wouldn't miss. Can you tell I *love* scanning??

I found my USB cable last night too. As an aside, I wish to rectify a *small* error in yesterday's blog. I *mistakenly* thought there was a thief who resembled my brother in the house who had stolen this cable; in fact that thief had a greater resemblance to the desk drawer in our study. Whoops!

With regard to my sweet blood (diabetes) I had another high reading yesterday of 13.9. I seem to be having one high every two days, so its something to watch. On the other extreme I had two hypos (whoah that's too low a reading) since yesterday. Honestly, if its not one thing, its the other with me. And now I've just ended my blog on a negative note. And now I'm being negative by pointing out this negative ending. I'm off for food. *Assumes Hunter-Gatherer poor postured-round-shouldered-arms-swinging-in-front-while-grunting-and-sniffing-out-food-with-nose mode*

Below is Tower Bridge

And here is me on London Bridge

There is a difference, but most people confuse the two. As my friend says "See, London Bridge is actually a trick..."

It's the car my Dad *insists* on buying me...I really just feel bad saying no...

Later Post: (Because I know you all like to have a blow-by-blow-hour-by-hour account of my life)

Today I worked. By work, I mean scanned and scanned and scanned. Did I mention I also got to scan??! It was all invoices, its amazing what you can learn from invoices really...

It will probably be the weekend before I post my London photos, as there is a thief who lives in my house, who looks, sounds and remarkably shares the same name as my brother, and he has taken my USB cable so I can't upload photos.

I was listening to my ipod while doing...you guessed it SCANNING...and I came across a song I haven't heard since I was about 14. It's a Destiny's Child song, called "Happy Face" and is on their "Survivor" album. I LOVE this song, and I actually think it was written for me, as it really captures a zest for life I think everyone should have! Please have a listen if possible!!

work - /wɜrk/noun, adjective, verb, worked or wrought; working.

1. exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labour; toil.


2. employment, as in some form of industry, esp. as a means of earning one's livelihood.


3. something on which exertion or labour is expended; a task or undertaking.





I worked;


I work;


I will work.

....and my old Compaq s710 computer has only crashed on me twice

Update @ 10.15pm: My msn has been acting up all day. I am unable to send any messages but am still able to read any sent to me. I apologise to those who think I am ignoring them, rest assured this isn't my fault! Hopefully things will have fixed themselves by tomorrow, and I shall talk to you then!!

*I FIXED THE BEBO LINK AT LAST* (mission for the year done and done!)*

I rolled out of bed to get my anti-rejection tablets and then crawled back into bed. The dog followed. I don't think hospital would approve.

I awoke much later and had some "Snap, Crackle and Pop". Thankfully my sugars have stayed around 6ish since last night. It's not perfect, but very very nearly perfect so for that I am grateful. I think I will celebrate with a pint of Coca Cola - Insulin not invited.

I wonder how much more free advertising I can do in this short blog. I think I need a break...Oooh a Kit-Kat!

This morning I woke up at about 5.45am and got ready for my trip to London. This was just a day trip, primarily to sight see and shop. The flights were cheap with Ryanair, so it was a case of 'Sure we may as well...'. Unfortunately my sugars had been extremely high during the night, as I stopped my 24hour insulin yesterday, so this morning they were 13.8. Usually they would be about 4.5ish, so this was alarmingly high. Thankfully they settled down to about 7.5 during the day, but again this evening, shot up to 14.9. NOT GOOD.

So this morning me and my two friends set out and I can honestly say, I had a fab time. I laughed so hard that I had tears streaming down my face! We got to see the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace; we had a pretty good bus tour (which we hopped off of), thus seeing plenty of the main sights; we went to see Covent Gardens and Oxford Street and went shopping too. One name: TOPSHOP. It is simply amazing. The girls had been going on about how much better it was compared to Dublin, which I shrugged off as they have an obsessive compulsive passion for anything involving exchanging money for goods. But when I saw it, I was shocked. If you ain't been, GO!

There were some rude people about and I definitely think those people 'up north' (Newcastle) are a LOT friendlier, but they were ok overall.

The commentary on the tour bus was punningly bad, which made us laugh. The recorded male voice spoke his best Oxford English, in a slow monotonous manner, but oh dear, the jokes were woeful! I can't even remember half of them, because the majority of the time was spent cringing for him.

The rest of the time I looked the stereotypical tourist for the simple reason that I have an absolute phobia of pick-pockets which resulted in me keeping my camera, phone and large purse in my coat. And yes I wore my pocket filled ski-jacket, which over my skinny jeans looked even bigger. I didn't mind much though, I mean that's what I was after all, a tourist!

Queen Lizzie must have been at the wrong airport as I didn't spot her, nor her me. Remind me to give her a buzz tomorrow regawding that.

I had an absolute ball, and memories which I will treasure forever. You can't put a price on memories, but if you could, the laughs, giggles, immature comments and hilarious antics would be worth thousands alone. God we were messers...

I'm a wee bit tired now, so I'll have to update more about London tomorrow. Please hope for lower blood sugars, as I don't like having them this high. And hello to dear EILEEN who is vacationing (without me, as I wasn't invited!!) down the country at the moment! x

*Red Book Blog Updated*
Today I had my first appointment at the endocrinology clinic, also known as the Diabetes clinic. I think I need to study my dictionary some more, because I was almost certain that the word "urgent" meant "as soon as possible!!" Oh well, my "urgent" appointment (made 6months ago) went well. They are keen to start weaning down my insulin, and as of today have cut out my 24hour insulin altogether. It basically means one less injection and that injection was actually the one that always stung, so I like this new plan.

In October with my breakfast I would have needed 7-8units of insulin to keep my sugars right; this morning I took 4units and I had a "hypo" (went too low, risk of collapse yadda yadda). So hopefully that example, basically helps to explain the need for LESS insulin. As the ad goes "Less is more".

I watched the Crystal Maze this evening which is possibly the funniest show on TV today (albeit a re-run). For anyone who used to watch it in the nineties like me and my brothers used to do, it is being repeated on FTN nightly at 6pm. Fantastic watching if you get a chance...

Tomorrow I am off to London for the day with two friends. This means I will either crash in her house tonight or have someone pick me up at the ungodly hour of 6am tomorrow morning. I wonder whether Queen Lizzie will be waiting to greet me to her kingdom. Maybe I should call ahead and make sure she has a chicken-mayo panini waiting for me...I'll bring the insulin... Ta-raw!

Song for the day: "It's All About You" - McFly. (I think that title makes a very good point!)

I slept in this morning, only rolling out of bed briefly to get my Anti-Rejection Medications at about 9am. I then did a highly impressive hop-skip-leap and dived back into bed. Later I arose and decided that I needed to be productive today. One of my blog readers stole my 'I feel like a swim' idea from yesterday's blog and texted me asking to go swimming. So that's what we did. We cycled down to Stillorgan, behind the restaurants and pubs on the way, past the church and through a random estate until we emerged from a hole in the wall and into the swimming club complex. We got about 90minutes in the pool, and had a good natter afterwards. For the past while, I have been doing plenty of activities to keep me busy, but not as many 'me time' things like I was doing back in the Autumn.

I had a nice big Sunday dinner a while ago. Speaking of FOOD, I made my very own and first panini last night on the George Forman Lean Mean Grilling Machine! It wasn't as good as the cafe next to work, but it was still nice!!

My latest *mission* (Yes there she goes again with another crazily concocted plan, thought of at about 3am in the morning, whilst having a nice wee hypo) is to get photos of me taking my Anti-Rejection medications in the weirdest places possible. I was originally inspired to do something along those lines when I was recovering from my transplant and there was a photo of a girl taking hers in China (or some other amazingly distant place) up on the 27a noticeboard. I thought, that is *SO* cool, and minus the wide rimmed hat, I wanted to be like her!! So since life is short, and we never know what's going to pop up around the corner, I thought I would get cracking and get as many (photos) as possible.

I have plans for my first photo which hopefully will be taken on Tuesday when I'm in London. If successful, I will post pics here next week (providing I find that pesky usb cable).

With that firmly in your minds, any suggestions-weird or otherwise- will be warmly welcomed!

Song for the day: 9-5 by Dolly Parton.

Today was my second day at the pharmacy, and it has to be said, I love it! It's rather quiet, and the location is lovely. The ladies next door are really sweet and let me have huge discounts off their mouth-watering-to-die-for paninis. Yum!

I had the usual string of complaining customers though. One lady gave out to me for having the wrong sort of Clarins in stock, as though it was my fault. She said the company were trying to con me. I retreated to the back of the pharmacy and reflected upon this allegation. I then felt very betrayed by Clarins. How could they do this to me? I am a life long customer, having bought from them...once. And then I risked taking that one item through security in Nooocastle airport where it was subsequently confiscated.

I got home at about 5.30 and then went to Helen's house where we did something completely out of character - We watched High School Musical! In my defense there were two girls there who hadn't seen it (shocking I know) so we had to watch it.

I haven't taken my wee Michael (feeding tube) out yet, as I got this notion into my head that I wanted to go for a swim tomorrow, and the thoughts of having an open hole in my stomach, resulting in me becoming a human water bomb freaked me a little. And then if i filled up with water, where would my food go?! Speaking of which, I need to go find some.

PS: A happy birthday goes out to my transplant sport manager (if I represent the Freeman). I'm not sure how old he is, so I'll guess about 20ish! This is the guy who's friends with Tony Blair. Now can you see why I don't want to offend him?!!!

As always happens when I have a bronchoscopy done, my blood sugars went a bit mental. Now nothing too high, but being a perfectionist, I don't like them high at all! So last night I took a higher dose of my 24hour insulin, in hopes that things (sugars) would be a bit lower. I rose at 9am to take my anti-rejection medications and crawled back into bed. I then rose again at 2,30pm. This would suggest that I probably was having a hypo this morning, or the morphine I took on Wednesday was still hiding in my body. Or maybe I should go to bed earlier...

I munched my way through a bowl of Muddles this afternoon, and overdosed on insulin again! The plan was to remove the feeding tube today, but for a few reasons I'm going to wait until tomorrow night. For one, when I do finally, eventually get rid of little Mickey (who has been living rent free in my tummy for the last 6months), I will be left with a hole in my stomach. This should close up pretty quickly, but I would rather I be at home if anything starts 'leaking' out, not serving some laxative or other product to an elderly customer. Secondly, I have to plan out what I'm going to do with it exactly. I can't just toss it in the bin now... Anyway, I'll post some photos (old and new) of the life and times of Peg and Mickey this evening. Peg, was my first feeding tube; Mickey was my second.

My plans for this evening are to upload my song up on to my brand new spanking ipod. I will probably tune in and see Charlie getting murdered in Coronation street. I may even switch in and watch a bit of Big Bother..oops, Brother this evening too. Your man Leo 'everybody was Kung Fu fighting' Sawyer has left this afternoon. Does anyone care? Probably not...

I'm going in search of food now. I will post photos later...

Song for t'day: Land of a Thousand Words - Scissor Sisters