My God! I'm writing again? This is just while my hair straighteners warm up. I hate my wavy, frizzy hair. I long for sleek, shiny tresses.

Went to see my very best friend yesterday. I've known her since I was 7. Blimey! That's 23 years!!! She has the most beautiful baby girl, who I love to bits. We are trying to get together for a much needed girlie night out. Time is so hard to find when you're older. We have been trying to sort one out since August. We have decided November 27th. How sad is that? But with one thing and another, neither of us is free until then. It got me thinking though. She is my best friend but all my other close friends live a fair distance away. I only see them about twice a year. But we are still close friends. I suppose, as you get older, you realise what true friendship is about. It isn't about meeting every Monday, or going out every Saturday. It's about sharing experiences and memories and being there when you're really needed. It's about understanding each other and accepting each other despite your faults. That's what we do. That is what real friends do. It's funny because when I was a child, we would fight and not speak for weeks. We would sulk and bitch and pretend to hate each other. I can't imagine ever being in a mood now. We can discuss and disagree but still love each other all the same. That's what I like about adult friendship. You don't have that passionate love-hate relationship. But what you do have is so much more rewarding.

My friend is thinking of moving to Cornwall. I'll be so sad to see her go. I said we'd probably only see each other twice a year or so. But she'll always be my best friend.

Do you know what, I should be truly ashamed but I'm not. I have been busy and writing had to take a back seat. I am not at all, even remotely mortified that it is over 2 months since I last blogged. Nope, I really don't care. Tra la la...

Actually, had I been writing at the time of the great kitchen debacle then perhaps you would get a fuller picture of the stress that it caused. As it is, I can not be bothered to go into the ins and outs of just how spectacularly crap MFI are. I don't want to spend any more time thinking about the fact that they delivered 3 days late leaving Jon's dad less than 24 hours to fit it. I am no longer bothered by the fact that we made well over 20 calls trying to track down said kitchen, or that there was a chip in the work surface, or that out of 8 doors and 2 draws, only 4 doors arrived. I have forgiven them for making us sit in like idiots on Jon's birthday, after an assurance that the driver would be there ANY MINUTE NOW, causing us to cancel Jon's birthday dinner and still end up going to bed without a kitchen. I really didn't mind when an entire second kitchen was delivered 2 weeks later but we were still, somehow, short of one handle. Oh and I positively welcomed their third delivary last weekend, consisting of one larder panel. The kitchen does look lovely now and Jon and his Dad are stars and much more forgiving than me. Mind you, I verbally wore the manager down until he relented and gave us £200 off. He said it was for the damaged items but I think he was trying to get rid of me.

Annnnnyway. Half term at the moment and Jon took the week off too. We went to Norwich and discovered that the parking is actually worse than Cambridge. I nearly blubbed like a baby, I was so stressed. I'm actually quite mean when I'm stressed, so I've discovered. Also went to the Imperial War Museum yesterday. It is brilliant. I still haven't seen it all. Spent all day there actually, which allowed me no time to go to Shelly's shoes. Jon and I were relieved and distraught, respectively. We decided, on the way back to the tube, to go the London Eye.
It's brilliant and was especially good at night. I thought I'd be scared of the height but you feel pretty safe really. we also went for all out tack and had tea at Planet Hollywood. The food is good but it's a bit scruffy now. Very loud. I was chuffed to see the dress that Marilyn Monroe wore in Bus Stop, which is a brilliant film. If the link has worked, then this is the outfit I'm talking about.

And now I am going to tidy. Tidy and clean and generally avoid the pile of school work that is waiting for me. So there we go.