They call me the Wild Rose...

Today has been a long, long day. I managed to miss lovely Ruthie this morn as I had fitful mouse-trauma dreams all night long. I was also terribly afeared about our cardboard bed collapsing. Luckily, it did not, though that may be because I rigid and motionless - paralysed with the night-terrors!

So I slept in, and at 9.30am I made a mad dash for the train back to Cambs. The best part of the day was listening to Nick Cave's Murder Ballads album on the train. I stepped off of the train to find the whole of the town centre plunged into power-cut chaos. Shopkeepers stood languidly leaning against their door jambs, smoking and deciding whether or not to lock up for the day at 11am. It was a charming olde worlde picture of a Cambridge working day.

I paraded around for a bit then found my way home on the number 2 for many exciting family treats (pasta, green tea, milky way and US Apprentice) then we all watched Charlie Brooker's Newswipe and learned a bit about the world of 'infotainment'! Excellently good in every sense.

Now I am doing a night shift and monitoring the fatties in the US and reading their tales of bum-gravy woe. Oh the humanity!

I may also do some online shopping and unnecessary bagel eating. Scrumdiddlyumptious as my daddy dearest would say!

Goodnight me precious'!

I am a sick, sick individual.

I have to conclude, after getting up at 7.30 to watch Celebrity Big Brother on Channel4, that I am some sort of pervert. Pippa and I have discussed this problem, and that is, namely, that we both think 'Basshunter' is a bit of alright. Yes, we have issues, but at least we don't fancy Alex Reid. Or Vinnie Jones.

After splashing hot coffee on my face and drinking some icy water I was most rudely disturbed by Argos; the Bavaria had arrived!! Oh yes, no me sleeping on the floor for Ricky and I! We are going up in the world. After Rick had gone to work I ripped all the component parts out of the box and spread everything out on the floor. After studying the instructions for some minutes, I realised that I was clearly not going to be able to put up this bed. Nothing made any sense and the handy diagrams look like they were drawn by a hyperactive child. In fact, I would describe them as marginally less good than any effort that I could make (actually translated from some sort of Bavarian dialect perhaps?) which is really a shit effort.

So, I left it all on the floor in a heap of chaos and will ask Ricky to do it when he gets in. After all, this time last year, Anna, Jess, Ricky and I all went to Belfast just to help put up a tricky flat packed wardrobe from Ikea and Rick ended up doing it by himself whilst us girls were on some soft of painting and tea-drinking duty. He's quite a guy! Also, without even needing to get the tape measure out, I can see that the dimensions of the bed are approximately 3ft by 4ft. Surely not the right size for two rather big people. Ricky is 6ft 4 for goodness sake! I am just fat. I wonder if Bavarians are small in general as a people? I hadn't thought so, as they all run around in the lush country side, working on farms and eating delicious sausages. Although I'm not sure how factually accurate a bed from Argos can be. I knew we should have gone for the Stalin. That's a sturdy workers bed.

Anyway. I am very excited to have Ruth back to stay every Monday for the rest of the uni term as she will be teaching at my old stomping ground of Royal Holloway in Egham, Surrey. Officially the least diverse or interesting place in the UK, filled with privately educated gits. It is typical that I didn't have the lovely Ruthie with me last year when I was actually studying there. Oh well. Tonight we have had delicious bangers and mash! It has been wonderful and we have watched 'Glee' for the singing and dancing and also eaten delicious Ferrero Rocher. Rocher!

Now we are watching QI and giggling. Rick is home now and constructing the bed upstairs. Unfortunately he announced - much to my horror - that there was a squashed mouse under our old bed! GAH. He picked it up and waved it by the tail. Now that the bed is taking form we can see it is clearly too small. Rick looks annoyed so I won't say anything. He also informs me it is chipboard, so I am not sure how stable it will actually be...

Oh god. Wish us luck!

Goodnight my doves my dears xxx