Yay! Steve is home from grey, damp, freezing, icy, gloomy Manchester! Hooray! They need a dose of Lizard Island over there I think.... Anyway, I am so glad to see him back. He looks fantastic, despite having spent the last week with his half deaf mother in a tiny walk-up in Salford. Who'd have thought? His mum hardly knows how to use the mircowave & here's Steve 'Skyping' me from the back bedroom on "stolen" internet time, thanks to a neighbour's unprotected WiFi. He flew home business class on Emirates, thanks to frequent flyer points & has told me all about it & now I am green with envy. He brought me home the menu - it had lobster, crab & prawns on it, for example! And the vanity kit - hell's bells! The photographer came by today to photograph our house as it's going on the market this weekend. Meanwhile, we've had an offer on our land. A completely pathetic offer I will add. However, mum has stepped in & decided she wants to buy a 1/2 share in the block, which is pretty fab news really 'cos it's such a fantastic piece of land! She's thinking she will build a house on it & move here. Hmm... of course, now I am freaking out wondering what the real estate agent will say when I withdraw the property from sale tomorrow. For some reason, recently I am in some sort of hyperemotional state & can't stop worrying about what other people are thinking - even people I've never even met!!! Someone help me please. It's exhausting.