Regarding the Royal Publicity Stunt Wedding, JUST GO AWAY. I mean, congrats on getting married and all and thanks for the bank holiday (LIE IN TOMORROW, CHAPS <3) but I don't need, and indeed have never needed, every detail of the event shoved down my throat. We've been inundated with local stories regarding the wedding so even in work I'm not safe. ARGH. When it's over, I'll be happy.

Well, apart from the obvious lack of bank holidays. But at least my sense of the days will return. All these long weekends with Easter and the Publicity Stunt have totally screwed up my mind - and not in the good, usual way. I just don't know what day it is any more.

I haven't updated in a good few days, so what has the Kelza been up to? Aside from referring to herself in the third person and using the same old gag again, I've been switching back to good ol' first, working, hanging out with Jason and being banished from my house. The place has finally been rewired.

While I'm in desperate need of a kip (I'm back from the pub quiz and it's late here), I'll just leave you with a list of entries to come. Also handy so I can refer to them during the weekend's catch-up.

1. Monday: Day in watching films with Jason (and indeed ruining them with my usual running commentary - funny stuff was said)
2. Wednesday: The Late, Great Rewiring Adventure and Subsequent Jam Night
3. Thursday: Being given more ambitious work; plasterers; I suck at shopping (refraining from, that is) and the pub quiz.

And on that bombshell, I'm off to clear my mattress so I can go the military way. I say 'mattress' because I no longer have a bed. My choice; on Wednesday, rather than put my bed back where it belonged, I just thought 'sod it' and threw it out. No more incessant creaking! No more worrying about Thelma getting under the bed and never coming out, because the term 'under the bed' is now invalid in my room! Huzzah!

Oh - right, where was I? Oh yes. Sleep. Ah, the joys of it!