Sunday

Still coughing, still sneezing, but feeling a bit better - good enough to go to work tomorrow.

Today's youtubery: From Omid Djalili to Ross Noble, to Room 101, to Stephen Fry, to Hugh Laurie, back to Stephen Fry, to QI, and interspersed with live Biathlon. Good thing there's nowt on TV today.

I wouldn't say I precisely crave an IPod, but it is one of the neater things of technology I've recently encountered. Especially the random shake.

My parents... Ah, my parents. They want me back. Mum keeps sending me job ads in Germany, dad's said today that he believes one year is enough. Hang on - and what will I do in Germany, then, except hang around at home? Yes there are jobs in Germany, but I'd rather be here than in Bavaria, for example. It seems I need to tell them this. I mean, I think I know they know I won't be back in the forseeable future, but their words say otherwise.

Since there's nowt on TV today, I'm going to read me a book. Preferably in bed, where it's nice and warm and cuddly, and where I need to remember to turn off the light before falling asleep.