Miss M is almost back to her normal self, and I’m almost back into my proper routine, having gone to the market, and delightfully, having some food in the house. I seem to have been working a lot more lately, which has meant having almost nothing edible in reach. We (my mother, aka Ria, and I) bought some gorgeous white peaches this morning, and now the house smells of fruit.

I worked a tiny bit this afternoon, got soaked in one of the intermittent downpours we’ve been having (but didn’t really mind), and started reading the third romance novel I bought yesterday, having ploughed through two already. I feel quite proud of myself as I’ve written three and a half thousand words of the romance novel I’ve been developing for the last few weeks, but haven’t been able to churn out anything concrete on before. It actually reads okay, which is even better, but I don’t think I’ll be able to show it to anyone I know, due to the requisite raunchy content, and highly lurid nature of writing. Maybe I could pretend a friend of mine’s writing something she wants critiqued …

My plans for future accommodation are still morphing every day, and as much as I try not to think about anything until the paperwork is at least in train, I find myself logging onto domain.com and now searching the “buy” section. I’ve been looking at apartments, something I thought I’d never do, especially since the ones in my price range are one bedroom open plan ones. Initially I was repulsed by the idea, but since seeing an article on just such an apartment in a funky magazine, I’m now thinking it might work well.

It would require serious paring down of possessions (like 50%), and serious storage. So all day I’ve been searching for my Ikea catalogue to check out some bookshelves I think are called “Billy” (why, I have no idea). My brother mentioned using them as a dividing wall, which I thought was a great idea. So as I sifted through giant piles of magazines, papers, books, schoolwork, flyers, and general crap, I felt my heart sink and doubt settle at the idea of ever being able to get organised. I can’t even find the damn organisational catalogue.

But I’m determined to reform. I got my eBay mojo back last week, so I’m going to spend the next couple of weeks savaging my house and selling things. I always like the copywriting aspect of selling on eBay, so it’ll be fun as well as (hopefully) profitable and freeing. We’ll see …

Today I’m loving: rain - and tonight, the upstairs of my house actually cooling down - woo hoo!