Five

The electricity problem has been solved. SSS came for one final visit this afternoon and discovered that my problems apparently originated from the wiring in the garage. Some wire was touching some other wire that it shouldn't have been touching, and that was shorting everything out. Good old SSS - someone write that man a cheque.

I'll be checking the tattslotto ticket tomorrow morning, so maybe *I* will write the cheque.

Well, here it is, Friday night and here I am at home, all on my ownsome....and loving it. Every now and then one needs to have a 'me' night, and tonight is that night for me. By choice. Hoo-ray.

I've bought Chinese food for dinner (and scoffed waaaayyyy too much already), cracked open a bottle of Chardy (only had one glass, drinking alone isn't something I really do) and have watched an episode of the fantabulous Rumpole on DVD. Gotta love Rumpole.

Now I'm about to pop into bed with Jane Austen and the folk from Mansfield Park. I love these sorts of nights.

So, it's a short one from me tonight people.

Talk tomorrow (or maybe on Monday night, I have two....YES TWO...parties to attend tomorrow evening - flits eyelids like the social butterfly that she feels- so may not have the time or energy to check in).

Janeane
xx