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For all that Secret Diaries of a Call Girl is basically televised PWP, the Belle/Ben UST has suckered me in to the point where I'm looking forward to it all week. *Dammit*. Especially when next week looks shipperific - though I'll sulk if they ruin the UST completely. It's so pretty.

Internet is very off-again-on-again )(considering it's stolen anyway, I can't complain). Apparently the father is to sort it out while I'm away. This I will believe when I'm home again and happily surfing; the brother (whose house-to-buy fell through, the entire reason they *left Cardiff* but that's another post for a time when my 'net stays connected more than five minutes at a time) is helping via phone though, so maybe I wouldn't risk money on it not happening. Possibly we should consult the brother who *knows what he's doing* before randomly cancelling our internet in future.

Interview went okay. I didn't say "um" before answering every question like I did in M&S but the nice manager lady also said there'd been hundreds of applications for three positions and I'd done well just to make it to interview. Encouragement of the worst kind there. She'll call tomorrow if I've got it but I'm focusing on the "YAY London!" and "WHYCRAMPSNOWBASTARDS" AND "pack-pack-pack-renew-railcard-pack-phone-credit-pack" as more pressing issues. If I get it, I get it (it doesn't affect London trip - other than being happier to spend money - either way; she said I could start when I got back fine). If I don't, I get to deal with the job centre on a weekly basis for two months which, considering they even *demanded an address for where I'm staying in London" (don't worry

kindoftrouble, I remembered it wrong anyway so they'll never find us), may last all of a week before I get furious enough to stage a hostile takeover of the country and take great pleasure in blowing the entire system up. Incompetence fine, it's a government system so it's to be expected but letting them stalk me around the country? Not so fine with that, thanks all the same.

There was something I was going to finish this post with. There was. Only I can't remember and I'm going to get cut off again any second, so you get this instead. Sh. It's almost 2am and I spent most of the night curled around a hot water bottle whimpering; I'm hardly on top of my game here.