I've been getting out every day this week and that's cheered me enormously, made me feel like I'm living.

The dogs are amazing, very cheery-uppy.

MW is unsectioned. Yesterday, I nipped into the shop to grab a magazine and lunch, then hopped on the bus. It drove past the shop I'd just been in and she was sitting on a bench outside ... glaring at the patch of road where she'd last seen me. I told someone she had a stare like the Collie-heat-seeking-missile-eyes. They suggested I throw a stick.

Today, I got on the bus to travel into town where I'd get another bus and go to the gym for Pilates. The bus drove about 10 yards and out the window who do I see? Yes. MW. Flippin me the finger. I feel stalked. Probably not ... just that we lived in the same area and she's nowhere else to go.

Son has pretty much decided the bike is his now. I can't afford his bus fair every day so *shrug*. I bought a weekly bus ticket for this week as I'm dog-sitting and gym-going, every day.

Pilates was good. Bussed into town and checked hole-in-the-wall. Fuck. I had forgotten it was the start of the month (direct debits) so had zilch, instead of the money I'd saved to get my haircut :(

Bussed home, sadly, and phoned to cancel hairdo. They were lovely.

If you think all that is depressing ... it gets better ;)

Unloaded the washing machine. Mini's sheet is ripped right down the middle. This is the second one this month. They come from Ikea. His bed is from Ikea. You have to buy Ikea sheets to fit it.

Sobbed & howled, frightening the old lady next door (her back door was open, eep) Decided to hide under the healing duvet for as long as I could get away with it till Mini got home.

Hormones present and active. Will be fine soon.

Yes, I know it's ex's wedding today. The only thing that upsets me about that, is that I can't even get my frickin hair cut. It's my own fault for being disorganised and undisciplined.