Incidentally

Despite surfing the net for info, I'm still not entirely clear whether I can take my contact lens solution with me in my main baggage (ie not hand). And AFAIK the type of solution I'm using now isn't available in Boots. I might just have to pay £10 for a bottle of my old solution that I can't even take back with me.

Why the fuck didn't I just book a train ticket?

In my defence, I did book the flight before all this foiled terrorist plot hoo-ha kicked off.

My mind drifts off to happier thoughts. I had a busy weekend all in all. Thursday night was spent in the Waterhouse pub in Manchester where a couple of my friends from Durham met with us. They were down for some clubbing in the Village and popped in to see us. A nice evening but I felt much more subdued than normal. I think it was the monster headache I'd been nursing for a couple of days. Either that or it was one of my little phases where I do go very quiet indeed. I don't feel depressed or miserable during these times just kind of lethargic and pensive (I think that's the right word to describe it).

Friday night was a works girly night out with my boss, AM, V who'd been with us last time and V's best mate who turned out to be someone who'd worked with my mum many moons ago in the local library. Small world. It wasn't quite as wild and raucous as last time. The food was better (sea bass with garlic potatoes and then chocolate and raspberry tart) but the karaoke had been replaced with an Irish band. Except that they weren't very Irish at all really. Or very good. A bit subdued again but not as bad as Thursday. And none of us drank as much as last time so the evening came to a much earlier end. The main reason being that my boss, AM & I had to be up at a reasonable hour to go to a football match.

Yep, me at a footie match. Everton vs Wigan at Goodison Park. It was a corporate do that they'd had a spare ticket for so they invited me. I had to posh up a little as we weren't allowed to wear jeans or trainers. Or so we'd been told by the organiser. When we got there loads of other people were wearing jeans. So we got a free glass of champagne on arrival, free Everton pen and programme, a four course meal (distinctly average) and all the alcoholic drinks we could get down our necks. The match was fairly entertaining too. Only a little bit of on-pitch aggro and the Everton fans turning the air blue swearing at the ref amused me lots for some strange reason. My, they're a passionate bunch. And talking of passion, my boss and I got rather close during the day. Not in a I'm-going-to-snog-you-right-now kind of way but in a girly snuggly way. She kept leaning close to say stuff during the match, even resting her head on my shoulder a couple of times. Oh boy. And we were packed in a bit tightly during the meal too so that our legs were touching under the table. It was just so comfortable. Neither of us made much of an effort to keep them from touching. I'm not reading too much into it. I think she was just being girly matey.

Bloody hell it made my day though. Suddenly I quite like football.