I cut my own hair and row six kilometres a week!

I've tried to write an update three times this week but there are just so many obstacles.

I will do it at the weekend or maybe after the weekend because this weekend is busy, although not as busy as the one after it. I wanted to talk about how intensive foot moisturisers are really great for your winter hands and how I heard half a BSP set and how I turned my headlights off this morning for the first time since I got back from Thailand and I wanted to ask where are good hot action-filled holiday destinations for the poverty-stricken and say that I've got to finish my stockbudgets by 3pm tomorrow and it ain't looking good and I was going to mention how there's a boy at work I really like who doesn't know about me and another boy who likes me who would need to grow a beard and two foot three before I'd look at him and how mutual attraction is an almost impossible tautology.

But now it's late and I have to get up early to look at more spidery spreadsheets so it'll have to remain unsaid until After Leicester.