Rocket fuel

I feel like a rocket in a computer game. One of those that has a fuel tank that you can see depleting with every hit, until suddenly there is no more fuel and you crash and burn. Two lives left...

Yesterday I managed to get Emily's braces sorted (purple, painful), take a quick trip to Woolworths Angel for Operation Xmas Child shoebox stuff and last minute shopping for Luc's birthday next week, take her for some much needed retail therapy at Gap (New jeans and a long scarf for me) have lunch at Wagamama (dentist said only soup and noodles for lunch) and home. Where I crashed and burned. Have not really moved out of bed since 4pm yesterday.

Thank god for the lap top - particularly in view of last night's tv lineup - Channel 4 showing The Mummy Diaries - five families and a tv shrink look at how to tell the kids you only have a year to live - ITV What's Killing Me - 5 celebrities take genetic tests to see what their risk of dying of cancer is. Is it me or are we living in a world where we are so desensitised that gratification can only be found through the sick glorification of the personal hell of others. I sat sulking on my laptop researching international spa holidays in Mauritius.

Tonight is the Quiz Night at St Joan and I don't know how November came round so fast. I feel as if I have been lying in this bed since August. Well I have really. I am an expert on scaffolding and scaffolders (seen daily through my window as they renovate the flats the back of my house). And there is nothing I do not know about property developing, buying a place in the sun or escaping to the country. And while I never thought it possible, I now understand the rules of Eggheads...eat your heart out quiz night candidates!