I'm still trying to get over last weekend - i try to get to bed earlyish and i make sure that i eat properly.

All to little avail, i get into work on time, do my thang but by about three in the afternoon i'm dead on my feet ... and a bit grouchy, to boot.

Also, i'm trying todo a deal with MissusBossWoman : i'll (try to) give her english lessons in exchange for her giving me italian lessons over the lunch hour. So once a week we'll be having lunch and she'll point at things and tell me what it's called in italian.

Finally, whilst walking home tonight on the Champs, i got agressed by a trampybloke ...