Mum sent me an owl today - gosh, how notable. I should write it on the calendar, or something. Apparently cousin Freia was asking after me, and, I quote: "wondering when you're going to get a real job, dear." Thanks for cheering me up, Mum, I needed that.
Snotty-RA-Guy hit on me again today. I'd like to say that at some point I'll learn his name, but what would be the point? I really dislike him. That's putting it mildly. You'd think the human race had evolved enough to be able to instinctively know when one has half an inch of snot dangling out of one's nose, but apparently not. More's the pity.