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Last night I went to help Emma move house (Colleen's Removals, at your service) and got fed the most delicious fajitas in return. It looks as though summer should be a little better than the last one. Admittedly a large part of this may involve the fact that I'm not going to be wailing 'I'm going to die alone!' every evening as I tuck into my cheap wine and watch festival coverage very late at night. However, there's quite a few people around and there are plans to have barbeques, meals, and general enjoyment. I still have loads to do this week, mind; I've just had a root through my wardrobes to start trying to throw stuff out (it's not going to happen; I am too much of a packrat) and tomorrow I plan on cleaning.

I actually have the weekend off - this wil be a rarity and a half, this summer - but I'm off to Aberdeen, bizarrely enough. I'm going to a family wedding of Richie's. This may go well, or horrifically. I am rubbish at meeting families, so I have a feeling it might be the latter; I hope that I can fade into the background and just enjoy the spectacle. We'll see. On the bright side, I have managed to get my eyebrows waxed, checked I still fit into the one appropriate dress I own, and broken my shoes in. And it'll be a brief excursion into Places New, which is always good.

Ah, the summer routine of work. It's quite nice to be able to get back into the swing of it, actually. I spent loads of the day talking about Twilight, of all things. Strange world.

ALSO: the new Doctor Who companion is 21, pale, ginger, and relatively unknown. I am all of these things too! Why couldn't they have picked me?!