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.