I've been feeling slightly odd for the past couple of days and I can't really put my finger on why. I guess it's something to do with having a quiet weekend - I was so grateful to not be packing a suitcase for once, but after two days of quiet I got that Sunday afternoon feeling and it's kind of lingered. It wasn't as if I had nothing to do either: the usual food shopping, clothes washing etc happened, and I also went to church, walked to Sainsbury's and back (which is pretty far from where I live) and walked to Blockbuster to return my DVDs. Of course I also met the lovely Lucy for a rather fab girly gossip in Rhubarb, followed by some ambling round Leam town centre in the sunshine, which was an excellent way of spending Saturday afternoon and cheered me up no end, but afterwards I was on a happy high and then had nothing to do except sit in my living room and watch a quite stunningly bad chick flick. I guess what I'm trying to say is that although I wouldn't want to be living with anyone else, and generally have no time to be considering a "significant other" (horrible term) there are the odd occasions when it would be nice to have someone to mindlessly chat to or look forward to seeing. This is a generally strange feeling which will hopefully go away when I'm manically busy again. Methinks girly nights must be planned - giggling and cocktails are definitely an excellent substitute for men and far more fun and less stress!