I'm doing really OK on the doggy front, and everyone's been really nice about it. Dad kind of upset me earlier; his theory was that if we heard all the details we'd be able to move on and that if we didn't want to hear them, it meant we weren't accepting that he was gone. So he started going into what happened at the vets, which I really didn't want to hear. But yeah, I'm doing fine, just finding it weird that he's not around.

Anyway, Friday at the pub was nice. Most of Carly's friends were really lovely, it's just the one who's obsessed with taking his top off that I didn't like all that much. And of course her wonderful ex boyfriend, who happens to be an arse. And I'll hopefully be going shopping with Carly soon. Also, soon, are my exams. Wheeee, fun.

Other than that, I'd just like to say what a wonderful wife I have-she's completely happy for me to find other people, and in fact, in text messages, she tells me to be brave and bed them. This is why I love my Laura