No MissusBossWoman today (she's spent a long week-end in Italy) which has meant that BoyIdiot is left ruling the roost.

No hysterics or hissy fits until tomorrow, then.

I've finally come to the realisation that BI is an infarctus waiting to happen, a coronary on legs or heart attack fodder ... however one might wish to put it.

He's overweight, eats meals of gargantuan proportions and gets stressed out for the slightest thing ... molehill meet drama

He skuttles and skitters around the place instead of walking like most grown ups do and a while ago i had a kind of 'flash' - is he, i wonder, compensating for his lack of sport ?

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As for me, well, i'm still caught up in a bit of vicious circle : for over a year now, i've been going to bed late (at about two in the morning) getting up early (at about seven) and getting by, on average, on anything from four and a half to six hours sleep a night.

Despite me sleepwalking through the first half of the day, i'm fine and dandy ;@)
Ooops i did it again ...
I seem to have developed a bit of a 'thing' for one of the chicks at work - we've been out for a few drinks, had a nice time, nothing heavy.
How's this one going to finish ?
In tears, most probably,
Mine: more than likely:-/