As I'm feeling very lazy, plus I SHOULD be working on important work work - the actual things that helps pay my mortgage etc etc, and the fact my frosty-but-warm-boss is about to walk thru the door at any moment, expecting to find me working on important work, I'll keep this brief/in note format!

Finished important deadline on Friday - despite a frantic commute into Ipswich - and a free-loading passenger refusing to buy a ticket and therefore encouraging the ticket guard to 'call the police' in order to remove him - Jeez.

The wife had a diabetic check with the nurse at our GPs surgery..... only to reveal sky-high blood sugar levels and the confession she hasn't taken her medication for about a year 'because it makes her feel sick'. She was warned that action is required to prevent her ending up in hospital on full body system shutdown. One option is insulin injections. She had a practice at injecting with supervision of the nurse and despite her fear of needles found it very easy. She then had an urgent appointment with one of the GPs the next day who confirmed the same thing. She was also told at any cost not to try to have children with her current dangerous blood sugar levels - the baby would be huge and deformed apparently. Okay, I've seen the film, the Fly before... so I'm back to wearing 'protection'. I've nagged the wife constantly about changing her lifestyle and diet - then she got all upset that I was being nasty to her and not supporting her! I won't be firm with her again if that's what's gonna happen. So, whilst we are still saving to have our house totally re-wired, with no electric oven, I'm insisting on stir-frys and steamed fish/meat/veg.

Despite my disappointment of the 3rd non-arrival of my replacement coffee table from Harveys, I still have not been called since the last delivery date - Wednesday afternoon...despite been told they would investigate further. It's time for me to do my own investigating... into legal action. 3 days I've taken off work for delivery of that bloody coffee table. Don't get me started... (steam out of ears, erractic breathing etc etc).

Attended our annual dinner dance on Saturday night - nice to take our mind off things and concentrate on playing party games whilst getting very drunk. The balloon-modelling idea was hilarious. We also had a few written quizzes to do. For some reason I was sat on the directors / senior management table - all very good for my career profile apparently!! Didn't get to bed until about 3am. Felt very jaded the next day.

My first wedding anniversary is fast approaching (10th March) so action required. Gonna book table for two at posh gastro-pub restaurant. Maybe I should order a string quartet too? Hhhhmmmm, maybe that would be good.