What's happened to my comments? Jon made a comment and yet my comment counter claims that I have none. If you click on the entry about me not sleeping, (2 down from this) there are comments that have not been counted. I demand a re-count. Anyway, as of the 14th September, I shall be having a new kitchen installed by Jon and his dad. I am very pleased with the lovely cherry gloss worktops. I hope that light will dance around the room and make my kitchen look bigger and better. Anyway, back to painting. I fear I may have been foolish in my paint purchase and will run out at any minute. If only I had listened in maths...By the way: spell checker claims that worktop should be worktable.

Decided to paint instead of solicitors. The man in question is actually in Mexico at the moment and I might as well wait until he comes back. In October. Then he can divorce me seeing as I have Jon living here. Jon's a bit disappointed that he won't be named as a co-respondent. Anyway, the guilt got to me and I am painting. Any minute now, I shall leave this chair and paint the living room. Any minute. Yep, I'm off.

I've discovered that I am fantastic at wasting time. It's a finely tuned skill and allows me to have almost 6 weeks off work and achieve absolutely nothing. It also makes me feel very guilty and a bit of a wally. Yes, I began, with gusto might I add, to paint the living room almost 2 months ago. I even had a daring weekend where I did reports and painting. So what has happened to my time? I don't think I get enough sleep. I was trying to explain to Jon what it's like when you know you need to go to sleep but your brain doesn't switch off. Anyone who has spent any amount of time knows that I give running commentary on everything. If there is quiet I need to make it noisy. But it's a curse because that is why I can't sleep. And Bach flower remedy doesn't help mindless wibble, it only sorts out major worry, before you ask! This is me going to sleep...
'Ahhhhh, bed! Sleeep. Can't wait 'till I get my new kitchen. Should I go for a cermic hob, or solid plate? And why are most of the offers I've seen for gas hobs? Is it my fault I haven't got gas? Or maybe I have. That gas bloke said there may well be a connection behind the cooker. Ohhh, now there's a thought. Maybe we could have a peep tomorrow. Damn. Go to sleep, go to sleep.... Must start the gym soon. And salsa. And belly dancing. Wish I could speak Arabic. That'd be great. Nad's birthday was good. Not having cheap gin again, though. God, cheap drinks should be banned . House doubles. No good. Gorden's for me. Or Bombay Sapphire. Yuuum. I feel hot. And my leg feels twitchy. Any minute now, I'll hear my heart beat and that'll be it...there it goes. I don't even feel sleepy now. But I need to sleep. I wish I could just snap my fingers and go to sleep. Feel hot, feel hot. Stick leg out. Ahhhhh, better. feel cold now, put leg back in. There goes Sunny in her litter tray. I wonder what will happen when I sell the house. I'll have to hide the litter tray. Then Sunny will need to use it. That's all I need. But I'm not selling the house . Not yet, anyway. What time is it? Dare I look? Have to be quiet ...Oh bloody hell. If I fall alseep right now I can get 6 hours. But I'm not sleepy...'

And that is what I have in my head most nights. Hence I wake up tired and waste time. Maybe it's because I don't sleep talk. If I did then all this would come out in my sleep. Anyway, I'm off to have my breakfast. I'm also going to the solicitors today to find out what 'unreasonable behaviour' is when divorcing somebody. Does farting count? (I'm not talking about the average windy spell. I'm not talking about Jon either!)

Hola! I came back to the land of grey skies after a lovely 4 days in Barcelona. Paris has always been my favourite city but Barcelona is a close second. Gaudi has popped up there with Gauguin as my favourite artist. He was an architect and a genius and I just find his work fascinating. What is also odd is that he is not as well known as he should be. Mum, who went to Art college hadn't heard of him. Anyway I went back to Casa Batillo and it was even better second time around. You can go into the roof space now. I feel inspired. Nevermind, (Jon, is nevermind one word or two?), tiling the kitchen; I want to make a mosaic. Oh yes, colour and swirly lines are a beckoning. Mind you, it'll probably look crap. Still...

I should go and keep the big tidy up going. We're doing a car boot sale this weekend and I need to get of my arse and do stuff. Oh yes, just incase anyone is going to Barcelona, make sure you go to The Palau de le Musica Catalana. You can only go on a guided tour but it's worth it. Barcelona rules.

Arseeeeeeee. What happened. I just spent half and hour writing and it's gone!!! Bugger. I'll have to start again. I hate computers. I went to Wales and it was lovely. I even climbed a small mountain. Well, it was a biggish hill actually but it was fine and dandy for my weedy leg muscles. We stayed in a lovely place which is where Jon's mum used to go riding. I can't remember what else I wrote. I'm off to Barcelona on Monday with my friend. Shopping and dancing beckon me-thinks. Actually the hotel was dead cheap but it's supposed to be lovely. Jon will, no doubt, fill his week with Crusader Kings. My other post was much better but I can't be bothered to write it all again. I really am a poor blogger. Not only do I write very little, but I lose it before I post it. Same with real letters and cards. I always buy and write cards, but almost always forget to post them. Ohhh, the shame. I am a bad person.