Ladies and gentlemen...The Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain

Splitting headache today. So much so that I missed the traditional Friday lunchtime session and opted to use a sandwich and some paracetamol instead. Almost unheard of. Managed to drop half of the sandwich, so my suit trousers - the ones that were only cleaned at the weekend! - now have a hint of egg mayo. That'll go down well at the meeting next week.

Train tickets booked. The return to Wolverhampton, changing at Birmingham. The difference this time being that I'm MEANT to go to Birmingham first and it isn't just because of a missed turning on the motorway.

Pizza tonight? Or Chinese? Decisions decisions.

I hate phone calls like that.

And I'm going to save that number in my phone so that I'm not caught off guard again.

Nose is really sore. Another joyous side-effect of hayfever.

Can't decide what to do. Whether to say anything. Would it be fair? Would there be any point? It would only add to the confusion, surely? And is it worth it, especially after what happened last time?

I wonder if the birthday present has arrived yet?