And also, the finale of Spooks tonight kicked fuckin' ass

No no no no no, throat. You are not allowed to get sore a) again, and b) this week. Ugh. If this gets bad I swear I will kill it dead.

I had so much shit to do this evening. Mostly cleaning up because my lettings agent is coming around tomorrow to check I haven't been trashing the place in the three months since I've been here (which I find offensive, given the absolute state of this place when I moved in). Anyway. I have not cleaned. Or started packing for the drive down to my mother's tomorrow. Or sorted out what else I have to do tomorrow...actually, I can do that now.

- Haircut
- Get some new clothes for interview
- Pack my and Evie's stuff up
- ACTUALLY DOING SOME PREP FOR THE INTERVIEW WOULD BE GOOD!
- Fill the car up with petrol
- Do household shit; empty bins/take recycling out/vacuum etc
- Go see Evie's Chrimbo play in the morning (awww!)

So. There is stuff. I really can't be arsed but it has to be done. Will go clean now and hope this scratchy throat gets lost because no.