I was sick so I stayed in and watched it on telly.

It was really funny seeing Vin Diesel drive past my house- on telly. Felt like a bit of a piker sitting in but hell, it was crap anyway, infact I cant believe I watched the whole thing.

Kilts are cool though, live action heros in leather kilts are cool. Although G says that any kilt that isnt tartan is just a skirt. He's very serious about kilts.

Scotland are playing Aussie in the rugby, G loves rugby union and looked it up on the internet.

"They're playing at Testra stadium, do you know where that is?"

"Yep" (well I think I do, they all changed names, is that Olympic park or the new one?)

"We should be there" I say

he rolled his eyes

G's mum and Dad are visiting from Glasgow today- they called this morning and said they were coming at 1 o'clock.

Thanks for the warning, I thought

No doubt they will want to come and look at my flat, so feeling truly shithouse, I had to get the bus home and clean. They ask so many bloody questions these people. They ask about everything, there is no shame.

See, my folks, Dad especially, hardly asks any questions except the big ones, such as:

"When are you getting married?"

One of those every few years I cant take, but not the constant barrage of bullshit ones, like

"How old is that building?","How many times have you eaten at this place?" &"Whats the temperature in Melbourne today?"

That G's folks ask.

Im being a bitch, Im very tired and sick today

back to the cleaning, blah