Ah. Friday night. I'm not in the slightest peeved off that I'm not out drinking.

And no, that wasn't sarcarsm. For a start, it is raining. I'm in no way surprised as it has been raining non stop all week. On the plus side, I've seen four rainbows this week. Pretty.

Plus, I have cider here. And beans on toast and galaxy. Not to mention Big Brother finale and Ugly Betty!

And of course, I am saving myself for Ibiza. Yeay! Going to get my hair done tomorrow morning and then finish packing. My beach towels haven't arrived yet though but other than that there are no pre holiday emergencies!

Tried to get as much done as possible at work before going on leave, though I spent most of the day fighting with and swearing at the photocopier before giving in and calling a technician. I did have quite a giggle though at one point. A woman at work is moving to a new job to do with rehab. After a week of the usual workplace rumours it was confirmed today - but not before she had received an email from a colleague telling her to keep her chin up. It could happen to anyone you know, and if you ever want to talk... oh and if you see Amy Whinehouse get her autograph for me. I thought it must be a joke but this email was deadly serious - someone has misinterpreted the rumour and thought she was actually going to rehab. It made us laugh anyway.