Saturday 5 August 9pm somewhere in Yorkshire
(from a speeding train hurtling towards London)

Quick jaunt up to Newcastle yesterday to hand Edward over to my Mum for his summer hols. We're off to ******** next weekend for Darrens birthday (surprise for him) and I don't like to put him into kennels (the dog, not Darren). I had a whole first class carriage to myself on the return journey and I drank too much free tea and ate too many free shortbreads (gotta get your moneys worth).
Darren is in the Channel Islands working this weekend so I'm rattling around the empty house bored. The TV would usually be booked for the most of the day (F1, football etc) if Darren was here so I grasped the opportunity and watched Fried Green Tomatoes and cried buckets (favourite guilty double bill: Fried Green Tomatoes and Steel Magnolias). Big fat gayer!