Well that was the week that was but is now nearly over thank Christ. This war thing is making my job very difficult. Ministers plans changing at the last minute, Ministers refusing to commit to stuff for next month (but still requesting all the bloody briefing in case they do), air-space agreements over Central Asia in turmoil causing Embassies to wet themselves.... blah blah blah. Stupid job. Stupid war.

It was my Dads birthday this week and thieves stole the paraffin heater from his greenhouse. Poor Dad. Twas also my first boyfriend Tom's birthday. Tom lives in Switzerland, is single, earns too much money and has a suntan all year round. Lucio (my second boyfriend) cooked a spanish feast last night in honour of Tom's birthday. Tom couldn't make it so Darren (my third and current life-partner) ate his portion. Paella with longuistines, mussels and pulpo. Fricken' delish. We ate late, Spanish style, and therefore got to watch spewing and shitting on Jackass (which always compliments a meal I find).

You did a marvellous thing for charity, you worried us (hope things are looking up) and you told a hair-raising tale about being a prison bitch.