Well, things certainly seem to be looking up a bit more. Perhaps I should have taken notice of the doc and stopped working so bloody hard ages ago - we'll never know!

Me and mark have been getting along great, which is amazing since we've spent so much time together - I thought that we'd be at each other's throats by now, but apparently not.

I went and saw Serendipity with K the other night - which was great girly slushy stuff - the kind of stuff that I don't usually go in for but, erm, excuse me, John Cusack - I'd go in for HIM any day of the week!!! Phwoar!

Actually, he's not really my type, so I don't know what the bloody hell's going on there.....I'm the rough and ready type - I like a bloke in overalls, all greased up where he's been working on something......cwooooorr. That's the Essex girl in me I guess. Big guys - I think Mark's the shortest, slimmest bloke I ever picked - and look what happened there, I married him. Being only 5'2" it was always a bit comical that my blokes were at least 6'1" with a couple of long-termers being 6'5" and built like brick shit houses.

Well, Mark's certainly not slim any more - bless him. Apparently, that's what contentment does. :o) - and I'm perfectly 'content' with him - although a bit of flirting with a cute Essex Boy never does me any harm (and Mark understands completely - lol!).