It doesn’t feel like it was a mere three and a half hours ago that I left work. It barely feels like I went to work today not in that blah blah blah I don’t care kinda way but just in that distant memory kinda way.

The reason? I have no doubt you have guessed. I walked up to High Street Kensington after work and top shelf of WH Smith were lots and lots of West Wing box sets for a mere £27.99. It is quite amazing (and somewhat sad) that such a small thing cheered me up no end. I came home put my bag down put the first disc into my dvd player and well 3 episodes later here I am. I’ll be watching at least one more tonight but I suspect I will break down and start on the next disc aswell.

Tomorrow morning I have to go see my bank manager. I rang up earlier in the week and asked to speak to someone for a quick chat. Why I hear you ask? Well, it occurred to me that I have never told them about my salary changes since I moved over here and seen as that was over two and a half years ago and my salary has increased by quite a lot since then it seems like a good idea. I also want to mention the word mortgage and see what her reaction will be. I am not optimistic.