Went for drinks after work with Coops, Angus, Dawn and Nuria, got a little bit drunk and suffered the next morning doing my usual Saturday morning shift.

After work I went for coffee with my new friend from Belgium and we sat for hours venting about the state of the UK.

Came home to find a package from G's folks- a lovely scarf (well needed let me tell ya!) and a gift voucher. Bless those folks.

Then G took me out for a really really nice dinner and then we went to a party at Nurias, where Dawn waffled on and on and on, flirted with G and put her foot in it in every way possible.

Im starting to get a dislike for that girl, and I think the feeling is mutual- I dont think she likes the idea that someone would like anywhere better than Scotland.

I should really be a little less vocal about my excitement of going home. Its beginning to offend people.

But really, working forty hours a week and still being on the poverty line does suck. Theres just no way around that.

In the morning G gave me yet another present (its a long story) and it was a toaster (yet another long story, someones trying to be funny) but also a £50 massage voucher which I was incredibly thankful for and we spent the day recovering from the night before.

Oh and I got an email from my Dad where he said that he hopes "I'll be home for my birthday next year"

which I will- hooray!