Oh, I had so many things I needed to do yesterday, but instead I spent the whole morning and a good part of the afternoon designing this year’s Christmas cards. Not entirely a waste of time, them, and enjoyable nonetheless. I’ve dispatched one of each design for printing, and they should be back by Tuesday so we’ll see…

After that, cooking, ready for Mark’s imminent arrival. How he’d managed to miss that last night was Junior Eurovision when he’s such a Eurofanatic I don’t know, but he had. Anyhow, he hasn’t got digital TV so he can’t get ITV2, so he’d have missed it even if he’d remembered.

I did Thai green curry, which turned out a lot more sticky and tar-like than intended when he got held up, but was actually very nice. Perhaps I’ll do that again next time. What I won’t do again is the coconut rice, which boiled over on the hob and made a pool of liquid bounty bar on top of the burners.

The Juniorvision was actually surprisingly watchable, and we correctly predicted the top two or three countries. Spain won it - deservedly so. The child looked like some terrifying demon you’d see standing stock still in a horror film, staring wide-eyed out of a cupboard, but the tune was at least semi-bearable, and she sang in tune.

The UK entry was pretty good, too, and we chased Spain all the way through the voting, finishing up in second place.

After that we sat around chatting over tea and Quality Street until about two, so this morning was a leisurely start.

I went over to the flat for the first time in a fortnight. There was a red bill from the management company on the doormat. Apparently I’ve missed a service charge payment. There’s also an eight-inch chunk missing from one of my window frames, too, from where the painters have pulled it off. You can see the edge of the glass and the rain has got into it so it’s sodden now, and probably the whole thing is going to have to be replaced.

Gah!

Anyhow, at least the flat is starting to look very empty now, which must mean I have almost finished moving out.

I see there are seven flats the same as mine for sale in the road now.

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