On a lighter note, I had a nice long natter with my best friend from University last night, it's his birthday today, hehehe, what an old man! It was lovely to catch up with the old bugger and he had some interesting information. He recently bumped into someone I used to live with who was an absolute cow to me. As it turns out, it looks like all of her nastiness has come around and bitten her on the arse, as she has got a pants job (she always vowed that she would never live in London) and is unsuccessfully trying the old Dick Whittington thing. Not only that but she hasn't changed at all, which means her life will never improve as she doesn't know how to be nice/pleasant/funny/genuine/caring/loving etc. I feel quite sorry for her really, mindyou, I do feel better now, which in itself is pretty pathetic, because I shouldn't really give a shit.

Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. On Friday I managed to do an emergency stop outside work so that I didn't hit this little rodent runt in the road. The only problem was that in doing so I had held up a funeral procession behind me. Methinks that this MUST be the pinnicle of bizarre incidents that happen to me, and that life may become less surreal soon. So I've decided that in future you must now address me as; 'Ferret-Saver-Girl'(and FSG for short, Maam would do though).