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It's' such a nasty day out. It's freezing, raining and pretty dreary. And I find that living by the canal makes the breeze and/or gale forced winds far colder. I regret having to buy milk and dishwasher powder this morning.

And Chris is sick, yet again. Why are two blatant hypochondriacs with weakened immune systems living together? He's tucked into a bath and is now enjoying beans on toast and the paper. I'm over an illness that stemmed three weeks with no days off because I was too busy. I've been doing mass PR product placement over the past month for Christmas but it has come to a halt and things have toned down.

And we heard our Christmas holiday time which is fantastic as I have a long stretch of time to go to Prague for a long weekend, Birmingham for Christmas then back to London for New Year's. No idea what I'm doing, or really what anyone is doing for New Year's. I don't even like to plan this far in advance but thanks to Facebook, people are already making plans.

And lastly, personally, I went to Tate Modern with Chris on Friday to stimulate my brain. Since receiving this television, we haven't done much aside from me coming home, Chris cooking me amazing dinners then watching tv. So dreadful I know, but I felt like my brain was turning a bit to putty. However you know days when you look back at night and think, wow, I was really funny today? That was mine on Friday. The sayings of a severely insecure individual I'm sure. But we had people round the flat later that Friday then we all went out to our local pub which is cosy and sells an exceptional variety of Belgium beer. And yesterday I spent horizontal watching Property Developer that resumes right now so I have to go.