Tafe has finished for this semester, so I am now officially on holidays. Well, I’m not really because I still have to go to work, but it will be nice to come home every night rather than go out to classes 3 working days out of 5. The only downside is that I really have to do that assignment that’s due on the first day back next term, that I’ve been putting off for 5 months. Eh, that can wait another week and 6 days. I’m just glad that I get a two-week break from the people I want to slap. I’ll try to start next term refreshed and tolerant.

Now that I’ve stopped giving him his tablets, I think Jack loves me again. He hates the food that I’m giving him, though, because he’s meant to be eating that and only that and he’s understandably quite sick of it. I’d be sick of eating the same thing day in, day out for 6 weeks straight too. So tonight I gave him some normal food (naughty me!) and he wolfed it down. Poor boy.

M’s taking the day off tomorrow to go down to his house and put all the crap in the skip that was meant to be delivered yesterday. The tenant told us that he’d arranged with the council for it to be picked up, but of course that was rubbish (hee hee).

Oh, in other groundbreaking news that I should have shared before now but don’t think I have: we have a new electric blanket. My side was still working, but M’s stopped so it was time for a new one (what a wuss). We upgraded and got a fleecy one, so it’s all nice and squashy. It’s quite bizarre lying in bed and feeling the sponginess underneath. Mmmm. The only bummer is that it doesn’t get nearly as warm as our other one did. That might be a good thing from a safety perspective, but I no longer get into a super-toasty bed when I’m freezing.