You know what the problem is with the BBC's Robin Hood? Friar Tuck pwns Robin so much. Tuck is everything Robin should be; imposing, posseses presence, commands respect, knows when to be brutal and when to be kind, and has morals that come across as strong rather than patronising. Robin is such a weedy, irritating video shop boy in comparison.

Everyone should watch this (if you haven't already) - it's incredibly uplifting.

Rudi has a swollen gland in his neck. I'm terribly worried it's lymphoma. It could be that he's got an infection or an allergy but in my experience lumps in dogs mean only one thing. Cancer, and therefore death.

I'm finding Dad's "what will be will be" attitude to it incredibly infuriating and difficult to deal with. When I say I'm worried and I really think we should take him to the weekend vet tomorrow rather than wait until Monday, he just tells me to stop going on about it. He's so damn unsympathetic. I wish Mum was here, but she's at Nana Vera's.

It hasn't even been two months since Molly died.

Please please please let this be harmless. I love that dog to bits.

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Everything was better in the 80s. This video is made of a brand of madness I find very funny, especially as the singer looks as though he's sneering the whole time. ^^;

I just ate two entire cucumbers. THIS WAS A MISTAKE.

A few issues back Glamour magazine did a jokey piece on people it's okay to hate. I have an addition to make to that list. Today I was inside my favourite lunch shop to get pizza. There were three pieces of fresh margarita which looked delicious and two slightly sad looking pieces of mushroom which had clearly got a little cold. There was one bloke in front of me in the queue. Though I naively, "Well, that's okay. I'll get the margarita no problem." Wrong! Did the bloke take one piece like any normal person? No! Did he take two pieces like a greedy person? No! Did he take three pieces like a complete and utter *****? Oh yes!

I skulked away to my favourite bench with my inferior mushroom pizza and was rewarded by the sight of the pizza theif getting into his car. I might have felt better if he had had two very hungry friends waiting there, but he did not. He clearly intended to have a scoffing session solo.

In other news, there has been copious amounts of rain, I have brought a belt, eight pairs of tights and my mum's birthday present, and  I could eat a horse right now I'm so hungry.

I got my computer back. All the data has been saved, though I have to reinstall most of my programmes and applications. Apparently the death of my power supply and mother board is not just a common fault with eMachines computers - it's a fault with practically every eMachines computer. The 121 people were quite vocal about it.

So, it was an expensive business, but there you go. Could have been worse, and it wasn't my fault. And now I'd better get to reinstalling my apps.

Fufufufu... I totally wasted my time today, and I hate doing that. I need to rewrite the start to my novel, and I procrastinated on that for about five hours with messing around on DA, Outpost Gallifrey and baking a spice cake. I have been a bad girl. And this evening I had from nine o'clock to do something useful and I didn't... I hate wasting time so much. I am very much one of those people who always likes to have "achieved" something, hopefully in tangible form, by the end of a day.

Tomorrow, I will be better. Aims for tomorrow:
- my parents and I are going to a dog show in the afternoon, probably until about sixish, so that takes out a lump of the day...
- I should do the alterations to my novel tomorrow, though they aren't urgent... I could leave them until Tuesday, though
- I really want to do some proper sketching. Like, make many sketches I could turn into proper pictures. I haven't worked that way before and it might be fun and take some of the pressure off drawing...

My toothache is better today and hopefully it won't be noticeable tomorrow. My arm is okay, which is good - it really felt weird and stiff yesterday from my blood test. And as far as I can tell the antibiotics are getting rid of my infection so the health front appears to be better.

I've decided the incident with the car yesterday didn't happen...

This really is an incredibly boring entry, isn't it? Fufufufu, I think I only made it to procrastinate on going to bed.

I had to perform an emergency stop today - the first emergency stop I've had to do since passing my driving test. This was because Molly, in misguided ecstacy that I had come home from work, dashed straight out in front of my car coming into the drive with her tail wagging. I'm flattered that Molly loves me so much, but she'd better not make a habit of this or she may end up squashed!

Dog is man's best friend. Trufax.

Here you go, mdavison, have a party! :D

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No, I haven't gone to bed like a sensible person, because I'm an idiot, and I have sudden fear about the fact that my birthday is less than a week away and 22 seems horribly old. Ack I'm getting on!

Okay, now I really will go to bed.

First things first, the situation is stable, everyone is safe and the fire brigade have sorted everything.
I have a fuller picture now. Right, next door,  like our house, has an aga. Someone next door has left the man panel to the aga open - the panel that says in great whopping letters KEEP TIGHTLY SHUT. The wick has become corrupted by the air flowing in and has started burning badly. Several tea towels have been blackened and the house is full of carbon monoxide. It was the carbon monoxide that alerted us to the problem, actually - the smell came across to our house, Dad went to speak to the neighbours, and saw the aga through their back window. At first there was very genuine fear that the neighbours were dead upstairs - there is enough carbon monoxide in the house to kill - but it seems that they're on holiday or something instead.

Anyway, the fire brigade responded very quickly and their engines are blocking the road, which I may or may not have already mentioned.

As for the going boom, there are two big oil tanks in the vicinity - one next door, one in our yard. Had fire managed to spread to the tank - which was very possible given that next door there is a row of tea towels leading from the aga to the wooden door, which is next to the oil tank - then oil + fire = BOOM. And because next door and our house are joined, we would have gone boom too.

So, a little scary, but okay now. I am convinced our neighbours are idiots, though - the panel says KEEP TIGHTLY SHUT for a reason! Who goes off on holiday and leads it open with a row of tea towels just waiting to catch alight? The mind boggles.

I hope they say thank you when they come home!

Okay, the firemen arrived in less than five minutes, and they have broken into the house next door. There are eight of them, and two enormous fire engines are blocking the road outside, so traffic has come to a standstill.

Guys, something exciting and dramatic is happening. My dad has just called 999. The house next door is potentially about to go boom.

Sirens! They're here.

Updates when I get them.

Grrr. Stupid mobile phone started bleeping at five in the morning to tell me it was low on charge and woke me up - despite the fact that it was TURNED OFF! Porque? Needless to say, did not sleep afterwards. If I was in a play by Arthur Miller, this incident would represent the failure of the American dream, but as I am not in a play by Arthur Miller, it is just bloody annoying.

Today was my Nana's 89th birthday. We went down to Luton and ate in a pub to celebrate.