This morning at 6.30am, when most sane people are tucked up in bed, I was hauling my lardy ass around Battersea Park. The "jogging" isn't going so well - I'm only going once or twice a week at best, I'm still at the slow trotting stage, and I can only go for a few minutes at a time before my lungs feel like they're going to implode. But at least I'm going, even if I don't really feel I'm getting the most out of it. What I really need is a scary instructor like Theo (from my old circuit training class), running along behind me, barking. God that man was scary.

I am not going to make a habit of the 6am starts, though. We only went this morning because we didn't go last night, preferring instead to use the evening for eating pasta & olives in bed. This weekend is busy - C's parents are visiting from Dunfermline, staying in a hotel & taking in some shows. We're having dinner with them tonight and taking them on the London Eye on Saturday evening.

Talking of parents, I've told my mum & dad that C is now my roomie. They were surprised but fine with it (I think). I think my mum has gone into hat-overdrive, though. She'd probably be even worse if she knew C's parents were in London this weekend ;-)

I am getting quite anxious about my upcoming ablation (even though I don't know when it will be, yet). I'm not sure if I'm going to have all my endometrium zapped, or just the bits that are leaving me incapacitated. I wish I'd asked Mr Stafford more questions, but I was slightly stunned when I was in his office. I'm sure I'll be able to ask him (or his team) more things pre-op. I just have to keep reminding myself of how easy I found the sterilisation (well, how easy I remember finding it). Bah. Stoopid lady bits.

I want to buy porn. But I can't, not until I've been paid. Then there's the �300 I put on my credit card at IKEA on Monday. Stoopid money.

At least it's Friday... :-)