Morning after

Well I didn't hurt myself, although did drink the rest of the bottle of wine I'd opened. Watched a lot of CSI and went to bed very late.

For the record, my friends baby is actually gorgeous. And I'm of the school of thought that believes all new-borns are ugly, wrinkly little red-faced monsters. But the picture I've received is of a pretty little thing and in the light of day I'm calm about it (if not still rather shocked!) and extremely happy for them.  I really am a rubbish friend if I didn't know that someone I care about was going to be a father. It's making me feel a bit shit and realise that before I was in this era of madness, I was once quite a social thing, albeit for the wrong reasons a lot of the time, it was a hell of a lot more fun than this semi-reclusive existence I'm currently living in.

Righto, this week I'm going to be mostly batch-cooking and hopefully cleaning. The cooking will be great as I can make loads of healthy home-made goodness for freezing, so when I come home from work tired and fed-up I don't have to deal with cooking. On the menu is vegetable soup, braised mince (for spag bol, chilli, shepherds pie etc) and my special sausage and bean casserole. The veg soup is already made - we hit the supermarket yesterday at the reduction hour and I managed to get kilos of veggies for about 50p!

The cleaning part of my week will be shit, but I have a week off and haven't cleaned properly in months. I simply haven't been bothered and the house is becoming a festering tip. I'm a proper hoarder and pile stuff up - if I didn't have my other half and friends I'd probably be one of those old women found dead in a fortress of random collected crap! But I hate it. This time last year, after we'd just moved in to our house, I was a neat and clean freak (although that was a different manifsetation of the crazy). I'd like to regain some of that so I don't have to worry about a spider crawling over my face in the night. (which I did actually dream the night before last.).