Whispers around the office of late that things have been quiet. They have, really, ever since the madness of the Royal Wedding and then the election. A lot of the time now I just immerse myself in the big news websites, trawling for things of interest - news stories to pass the time, to show me what's going on in the world, things that I may be able to put a local spin on.

There's something coming up soon that might be interesting: a national teachers' strike that's set to affect the whole country. The NUT should be agreeing to strike after the Government cut 25% from public sector pensions - and with it being a nationwide thing, there's no doubt in my mind that our local area will be affected.

The problem is the story is like a fish in deep water. You catch glimpses of it flitting about and it vanishes without a trace; still there but invisible. I'm keeping my eyes peeled for bits and bobs regarding this story but since the original article there's been bugger all. I know the strike hasn't happened yet - it would have most certainly been reported on, and the original story said it was due to happen in summer.

Well, we'll see. All I can do for now is keep checking the Education News sections of all the websites in case there are developments.

I've managed to cross off another story on the to-do list. I gave up trying to contact the youth club in the end and tweaked the story so those details wouldn't be required. I'm still waiting on a fellow to get back to me so we can set up an interview and photo; with any luck he'll get back to me today.

Today's going so quickly! Maybe it's because I'm not waiting for Jason. Yesterday, particularly as the day aged, time seemed to get slower and slower, a gradual decline towards not-quite-stillness. I contracted that horrible look-at-the-clock compulsion within the last two hours and every time I saw a different two digits blinking at me from the minute half my heart would do a little jig in the pit of my chest. Delightful!

I actually saw him in the street below, approaching the office with about seven minutes left until the end of my work day. I met him in reception at the agreed time and we went straight back to his; no Glass House this time, as his mum would be cooking!

My god, though, these heels! How is it they were fine at first, but now they're so nightmarish to walk in? Aren't shoes normally irritating when you first buy them?

The other day, when I interviewed someone in my home town, I had to walk in these buggers quite a distance because the venue was a little out there as far as bus routes are concerned. Going home afterwards, I must have spent 25% of the journey barefoot, carrying them. When I got home, my ankles were bleeding profusely and the soles of my feet were in agony from being pinched.

And this was the horror I relived while going back to Jason's. What a relief it was to kick those devils off!

Tea was chilli con carne for me (huzzah!) and for Jason, the heathen, pork steak. How can he not like chilli con carne?! Oh - right - the beans. He doesn't like the texture of them. Fair enough... the bugger! His mum's a cracking cook, though. I couldn't match those cooking skills in a lifetime.

Afterwards, we went upstairs for a lie-down. The plan was to get up at 9 for a film that was on but when the time came we both agreed 'sod it' and stayed up in his room. It was nice, just the two of us, lying there for hours and holding each-other. The odd bit of talk, but again the silences saying just as much. The lights were off this time so I nearly fell asleep!

The bus station is finally complete. For the past few weeks they've been digging up and resurfacing the whole thing, so my bus has been going to another stand; the one on Corporation Street. For the first time in weeks I was back to waiting in stand 1 - which meant CHAIRS! No more sitting on the wall!

Based on events of the past few weeks, Jason and I have come to an agreement: Mondays are awesome. Simply because we've spent them together, you understand. And you know, last night when we parted I missed him immediately? I even seriously considered telling him I loved him. But shyness beat me again, as it did several times that night.

Well, if our Mondays are a tradition that continue into next week, maybe I'll conquer my shyness once and for all.