I've finally put myself through listening to the latest Lancashire Hotpots CD - so far it hasn't been too bad, but for the song about OCD (I don't have the tracklisting in front of me but it's track 6), which is appalling.

Meanwhile, I've been busy getting through the work I've brought home with me. Four articles have been written to the best of my ability - one's done and dusted, the other three are just in need of a last few details. Two more items on that list are also as good as done - the aforementioned domestic violence story and the Robyn Appleton EDS story that's been sitting around for months, crying out for a picture to go with it. Two stories are follow-ups, one I'm interviewing for tomorrow, three are reviews and two I haven't even been given contact information for yet. So I guess it isn't as bad as it first seemed.

To be honest, I think I'll get off to bed soon. Let the album finish first. Tomorrow morning, I'll phone the Job Centre and National Express.

We had a home visit from the German Shepherd Rescue people today - it could be the weekend we get a dog, and Dad's particularly interested in a gorgeous 4-year-old female called Meg. She's timid, with separation anxiety problems, but Dad's always home so he'll be there to keep her company and help her get over it.

Anyway, the album's over now - off to bed!