I haven't been posting much, as nothing much is happening, and I'm in a major 'my life is over' phase, which doesn't exactly make for edifying entries. The period around a birthday is always extra-gloomy for me, as Try as I may, I end up obsessing about what a big ol' wasted-life failure I am, wah wah wah...Even I think it's boring.
I was intrigued by the CBB results, with the strong favourite, Verne, coming fourth. (I queasily rather wish I hadn't seen him tongue-kissing that baby doll. The image is indelibly branded on my brain-) and the evidently fairly unpopular Ulrika winning, with Terry Christian (my choice-) as runner-up. I don't understand how that came about.
Five cars were broken into last week.(The council, in its wisdom, has cut the concierges' hours in half-)