There are two types of people in the world: Those who make lists, and those who would allow civilization as we know it to degrade into abject anarchy.

So I think today I'll start working out what we need to take to Hungary at the end of the Month. David's efforts at work have been rewarded with an Employee of the Year accolade and a prize of a weekend in Budapest (not an obvious location, but that is good as it is not somewhere we'd ever have thought of visiting under any other circumstances). OK, so it is only 2 nights but I still have lots to consider, not least of which is what clothes to take, and indeed if I need to buy some more! No, seriously, it is a big issue. In the last year I have gone from a 32" waist to 28" (if you want a diet that REALLY works, try late-diagnosis of lymphoma!) so none of my decent clothes fit at all. Jeans just drop off, and if I use a belt there is so much gathered fabric I look like I'm wearing culottes. I hate buying clothes at the best of times. Trousers ALWAYS need at least 6" taking off the legs and if I get a shirt that fits my shoulders the arms hand down below my knees. But I can't honestly go stay in a five-star hotel and wear trackie bottoms and a sweatshirt to dinner. Maybe I should just buy a burkha and to hell with looking frumpy! Then there is all the joy of taking medication abroad - I have to have the hospital prescriptions as proof of requirement and have to take pills in original packaging (so instead of taking 2 of each lot I have to take the full packet of 60, plus the packaging). So instead of 16 pills in a little bag, I'll have to take over 400, in boxes and bottles. Now THAT screws your hand luggage options to buggery! Bitter? Me? Well, maybe a bit.

Odd day already today. Didn't sleep well, and ended up getting up a good two hours earlier than normal to put out bins, so it is going to seem like a very long day. Amusingly David and I got each other identical Anniversary cards. Bugger, we could have saved half the total cost and both just signed the same one. One needs to consider such economies in these financially challenging times. Ah well, it was lovely to get a card anyway, and I suppose it shows we have similar taste (or that Birthdays just doesn't cater adequately for same-sex anniversaries). David's at work and it'll be a quick turn-round when he gets home as he'll be off kick-boxing and doing MMA-type things. So another 'special' day farts in my face and scampers off never to be seen again. Bitter? Me? Well, maybe a bit.

Garden pots strangely disturbed this morning. Possible cat frolicking judging by the flattening of the mint, but not sure about that - some pots overturned, although all but the mint seems relatively unharmed. I'm not ruling out peculiar behaviour from Chinese next door. Odd bunch at the best of times. They don't recycle. No excuse for that these days. They were outside until late yesterday, wood-staining the huge erection that has been built in the back garden. As orange erections go, it is quite unique. Not ruled out possibility that they intend to use it for breeding, or maybe move in additional relatives. Turn the whole street into Chinese ghetto. Bitter? Me? Well, maybe a bit.

I'm being stalked on one of the contact sites by a Filipino idiot. I usually get 4 or 5 a week, either from there or Ghana, who clearly just want either to harvest email addresses or con Brits into helping them get a visa. My profiles all say very clearly that if they appear to be doing that I will just waste their time and wind them up. The last one, I pretended to be a rich philanthropist working for a charity called Teenagers With Acute Traumas and got as far as persuading him to send me a photo of himself wearing a T-shirt with TWAT written on it. Serves him right. Parasite. These people really annoy me. They think that they can find an entry route into the UK so that they can sponge off our welfare state. This one today, after 3 messages had proclaimed his love for me and proposed marriage! Ah, it needs help with the fare to visit the UK. Fancy that! Should I string it on for a few hours, see how much of a fool it can make of itself? Should I ignore it? Should I report it for inappropriate behaviour? Oh, a bit of fun I think. Which is nothing more or less than I say I will do in my profile and nothing but what he deserves. Bitter? Me? Well, maybe a bit. I'll keep you posted.

Later....
Quick update on today before David gets home from work. Well, I strung the Philippino along for most of the day, tying him up in his own [lack of] logic. It transpired that he was trying to get me to transfer 60,000 pesos, about £770 via Western Union, having only spoken to me for the first time this morning. Somehow he was reluctant to send ME 2000 pesos, to prove he was genuine, and which I would, of course, have refunded! I've reported him now for trying to extort money. I posed as a cousin of the Queen, Lord Ivor Biggun. Well, it has to be fun for me as well as educational for them too!

Most upset that my Hazel Blears limerick is more than 140 characters and so won't fit on Twitter. Had to settle for Facebook alone. Bah!

There once was a woman called Blears

Who’s taxes were shown in arrears

She protested her case

But got egg on her face

And resigned in a frenzy of tears

Right, best check on dinner - braised steak, new potatoes, carrots, brocholli and leeks, if you were wondering.