And it's only 10.33.

Which does not bode well for the day.

Hit me suddenly. Blergh.

May have to think about actually maybe possibly perhaps going to bed at an hour that allows for all the not sleeping and gives me at least six hours to sleep in.

In other news, erm. I think my stars were right.

Bugger.

After yesterdays experience of wading through tons of crap on my pc, dealing with enquiries from people in other sections who don’t seen to know how to do there jobs, and a day where gaining access to blog.co.uk was harder than copping a feel off the Queen, I went home a bit tense.

I didn’t even fall asleep on the train, the feeling of tension across my shoulders kept me awake.

So I got back to S&F’s turned on the computer, helped myself to an ickle Vodka and coke and spent half an hour scooting around on here, which helped.

Part two of the relaxation regime came in the form of me playing guitar rather loudly (and probably quite badly) to a house where my only audience were the cats – Tolley and Cleo. As I wailed away I noticed that every now and again a furry blur would shoot past the doorway, racing along the hall, or up and down the stairs. A few seconds later another would whiz past in the other direction! It was Tolley and Cleo doing a very passable impression of Cat Moshing! Yeah! The cats were rocking out with me!

Well either that or the high-pitched pick harmonics were driving the poor little things nuts.

Anyway I almost didn’t hear the phone ringing (Mrs F calling from outside to tell me to open the garage) over the noise of roaring amp, vibrating ornaments and flying cats, but I did eventually stop. Had a quick chat to an ex blogger on my mobile which added to the relaxation – talking to nice people does that to you I find.

After that it was a quick gulp of some Old Rosie, then off up to the forest and a lovely pub for another drink with S&F and then home via curry shop to veg out in front of Rome on the telly. All stresses of the day gone.

Now today, my stars in the Metro say basically, forget it – nothing will go right today.

But I don’t believe a word of it. Ahem.