Lazy days and Sundays

For the first time in - ooh, actually, I don't know how long - I did absolutely nothing constructive for most of yesterday.

It began with Ex, very unusually, turning up early to collect the kids. So early that I was still in bed; dreaming the kind of freaky, mad dreams that you only get when you've half woken to have a pee then gone back to wrap the still-warm duvet round you again in an attempt to make the world piss off and leave you alone for another hour (or you're wearing a 24 hour nicotine patch). This particular dream featured large piles of cash being counted in the presence of Robbie Williams, an african baby and a fart. For shame! I awoke feeling completely embarrassed at how much my subconcious mind takes in the media representation of the lives of slebs.

I spent quite some time setting up a fancy new rss reader within firefox then realised it doesn't do what I thought it would. Bum, isn't that just like a man?! Still, it looks kind of important ticking it's news headlines across my status bar, even if it doesn't sing shoot the runner and give me a one-click link the very instant my favourite online people update their gossip.

I then read loads of blogs, commented on a few and had a warm and fuzzy when I found that some of my favourite bloggers have linked to little me. Cliqueable links, you gotta love their life-affirming properties.

This coming week I have to quit smoking. I wish I could say it was a choice but it's more due to financial circumstances (i.e. I'm bigtime broke and it's just before Christmas when I must supply a blue iPod Nano, a pink PS2 and a non colour specific laptop amongst the traditional stocking fillers in order to ensure that my children continue to pretend that they love me). I plan to request NRT on prescription even if it does mean I have to attend group therapy with a fierce matron to get it.

Who knows? Maybe I'll meet the man of my dreams at a session that starts with me saying 'my name is Angela and I haven't smoked for ten minutes' to polite applause from the assembly of randoms worrying beads in the same boat. It's the perfect solution really, what better way to replace a regular hand-mouth habit than keeping them busy on a man? Failing that I can always try and sign up my fellow quitters to karate and earn some membership fees. Crikey, I've actually convinced myself as I type that this is a good idea. Gawd bless the NHS!

In other news, policelady has a meeting with the CPS today and there is a court date booked later this week to formalise whatever charges they decide are in the public interest. I wonder if he's bought a new suit out of his 5k blood money?