Parents visited at the weekend - love them to bits, but they drive me insane! Their greatest achievement was to blow the fuse to all the plugs, using an electrical appliance they know doesn’t work, especially as I had even been talking about it on Saturday. I spent hours redoing all the electrics (although I forgot to check the heating/hot water, as I just noticed the radiator was on, and I am sure I switched the heating off at the weekend).

FKM - really doing my head in, I just wish he’d make up his mind what he is doing.

Work is going good, I feel less out of my depth now. Even the wanker was okay the other day (just okay mind, still annoying, but less so). Still having ‘geek fights’ with one of the blokes where I am based, which is fun.

Someone coming round tomorrow to give me a quote on cleaning my house for a couple of hours a week. I can’t wait to get that up and running!

Spent almost £70 on craft stuff at the weekend. Because obviously, a girl can never have too much paper.

Just spent £50 on bras - even more obviously a girl can never have too much underwear!!!

Thunderstorms don’t scare me normally. I have my mother to thank for that - I have this memory of when I was small, and there was a thunderstorm and she came into my bedroom and woke me and my sister, and sat us at the window to watch the lightning. It was years later that she admitted she is absolutely petrified of thunderstorms, after seeing her mother hide under the stairs when there was one going on, and she swore that wouldn’t happen to us.

I digress.

I was sitting here tonight, doing a bit of browsing, checking email, listening to BBC7, when I became aware of a noise over the radio. “Ooh, sounds like thunder,” I thought, “I’m not surprised, it has been very muggy today,” and went back to my browsing. I could hear the storm getting closer, but suddenly there was an almighty crash, and flash at the same time. All the car alarms in the area went off, and I am sure it hit very close by.

I look through the curtains, and can see all my neighbours upstairs lights going out. “Hmm, not a bad idea,” I think, and shut down the computer as I turn off the lights. I then spend 5 minutes using my mobile phone light, before remembering I have a torch, and alternate between the front and back bedroom windows, trying to see if I can figure out where the lightning hit.

Obviously the best way to look would be outside, but by now the rain has come, and it is pissing down. Plus the storm is still raging pretty much over my head.

After less than 10 minutes I can see the storm moving away, and the rain has stopped, so I decide to go outside.

As I am fighting the doormat, which keeps deciding to stick to the door, my mobile rings. It is FKM, very drunk, informing me he fell over in the rain. Over and over. And over. Got to love those drunken calls!

I didn’t see anywhere that was hit, and there didn’t seem to be any smoke, so I am guessing it didn’t hit anything, and was just directly overhead.

But scary.

Obviously nothing happened this weekend, because we didn’t go! He had to help his brother move house.

To be fair, I am glad we didn’t, because I came on early and had the period pain from hell, so it would have been miserable. It may still happen on another weekend, although not this one, as my parents are descending, and he is busy too.

But he sure knows how to make a girl feel good! Not! Take the following two examples -

1) We have travelled back from our geeky day out, and are looking for a pub. He is driving me around this town I have lived in for 3 and a half years, and I have no idea where we are. We pull into a pub carpark. It looks like some sort of chain pub. “Hmm,” he says, “This looks a bit different from last time I was here.” He must have seen my face, because I wasn’t too keen on going in there, looked like it had no soul. However, the way he put it - “This place wasn’t so classy when I was here before - do you want to go somewhere else?” doesn’t do much for the ego……

2) Text just received - “just discussing pc security with 2 less than average dudes in town. God I feel superior. You’d leave them standing! I call it computer baby sitting.” It’s nice to know he considers my computer knowledge to be more than ‘2 less than average dudes’……

Bless!