Feeling knackered now . . . 20:17 . . . been waking up too early these last few days. It didn't help that on Sunday morning, 10 o'clock in the morning, M****'s neighbours, two doors up from her house where playing some god awful music so loud that it could be heard . . . well, two houses away, you know? I gave them evil looks as I passed them this morning, getting into their car. How popular must they be, being able and willing to have their music heard at unsociable hours by not just their immediate neighbours (and being back-to-back houses, that would be three), but also . . . p'raps seven houses in all, maybe even nine. Crazy . . .

So, erm . . . nothing much happened today . . . posted Jake's birthday present on the way to work, struggling with my bicycle lock (D-lock), which has gone really stiff lately . . . dunno why. The rain might have got into it. Is it still rain when it lands? Met M**** for lunch. Initially thought we would go to Pret-a-Manger (the one on Infirmary Street), but that was crowded . . . we passed Subway on the way there, but ignored it . . . tried O'Brians, but had a massive queue, but that queue was nothing compared to the other Pret (opposite Boots), so . . . back to Subway, for a 6 inch turkey salad roll . . . turkey, red onion, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise and some jalapenos (NO CHEESE!). . . all in a 'honey wheat' roll, I think it was. Two pounds and nine pence. 13:20-ish. And a packet of Walkers Salt and Vinegar crisps . . . note the new packaging. I think I should go now.

And booking a holiday to Tenerife for late February . . . that happens, or at least the gathering of prices and dates and all that stuff. Never been there before. My holidays so far have either been to Australia or France. It's either the very near or the very far. And last night I had a dream whereby I was telling my mum all about this very vivid dream about some guy chucking double decker buses at 10-storey buildings (maybe just one building). I realised too late that I was still dreaming. Meta-dream. A dream about a dream. The detail was incredible, though. Watching the bus hit this building, and the chaos that ensued. I almost had to move to avoid being hit by falling metal/glass/masonry, but I think I was, erm . . . kind of marvelling at the elegance of it all . . . everything seemed slowed down . . . oh, okay, time's up.