4.30pm, left work, came home, ate toast, tidied up then looked forward to bf's arrival home.
5.45pm, bf calls to say work colleague 'in a right state' and needs to have a drink with her.
5.50pm, me now 'in a right state', bored, lonely and it's not my turn to walk Edward.
6.00pm, must start planning to get new job with emotionally fucked-up colleagues.
6.10pm, not smoked all week, quite easy until 5.50pm, thanks.
6.20pm, blood will be spilled if I end up watching the BB eviction alone.

UPDATE:

7.45pm, phone call, I will be watching BB alone.

UPDATE:

9.45pm, nuther phone call, bf's ex turned up at the pub.

I love spending Friday nights home alone, NOT!. Just me and the dog (so technically not alone really) and the telly. Tomorrow I'm gonna get 'cnut' tattoo'd on my forehead.

UPDATE:

10.00pm, nuther phone call, bf on his way home now, drunk. So, if you count the twenty minutes he'll be in the kebab shop, he should be home at 11.00pm. Must go and get my rolling pin ready. Or I could just get dressed up and go dancing, but no, that would be selfish and soooo not me.