Days off

Anyhoo, Jan has gone back to Worcestershire, leaving behind some of the cookies and sweeties that I bought for the weekend, and which I am now guiltily consuming. I've knocked out about 1,000 hands on Party (frighteningly, with little conscious effort) and progress is being made in the kitchen. The flat is still a tip and I am still alone, but at least I got my act together and booked three days' holiday. I paid rather less than I had intended at first, mainly because I've also chosen my new fridge, and these AEGs don't come cheap. If it's a choice between a expensive holiday and cheap fridge, or vice-versa, then I'll go for the pricy thing that isn't transient. O course, perhaps I should buy the expensive choice in both cases, but then I'd feel uncomfortable about it.

I've got tomorrow off as well, and I'm pleased at that, even though Jan went back today. It will be a genuine "day off" for pure chilling. I'll probably do a buit of tidying -- may even file the finances, shock, horror.

I've got no short position on the FTSE at the moment, which might be a mistake. I honestly felt there would be a rally to around 4,000 before the next downturn. But I'm still keeping the buying powder dry until we hit 3600.

Tired. Bed.

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