I'm going on holiday. Three of my friends decided to go to Spain, and a couple of hours later it was booked. Not for 8 weeks, but I can't wait. Really need to get away from here. And somewhere with sun, all the better.

Can't afford it, but it just means when I (eventually) move, I'll have to sit on a deckchair for a couple of months till I save up enough for a sofa. Ah, who needs furniture.

So I'm feeling a bit better that I have something to look forward to, though the whole weight thing is going to be an issue, that might bring it down a bit but I'm going to try and not obsess about it.

Seen 2 flats this evening. No good. And it's not me being fussy, my friend from work came with me and she thought they weren't up to much either. The first one, the bedroom was barely big enough to fit in my bed. It would have went wall to wall, no room for a wardrobe or any other furniture. So, I shall continue to scour the letting ads in the paper every friday.

Got a sore throat, hope I'm not coming down with something. I don't have time to be ill. Though having said that, a couple of days in bed may well sort me out. But considering I was out of the office for most of today and had 40 emails to deal with when I got back, probably not a good idea. Maybe I'm coming down with pig flu.

Haven't even booked the time off work for the holiday, as it was all a bit of a rush. Hopefully it will be ok though. It will have to be.

God I'm such a moan, it started off so well with the holiday news and then I just whine about house hunting, work and being ill! What I really mean to say is that I feel a little better, despite the other stuff.