Ok. So I've got my flat. It's fantastic. I love it. I spent hundreds of pounds on things like a fridge freezer, a sofa bed, a matress and a computer desk yesterday. I love my flat, I love it all.

I was at Laura's for her Birthday celebration last night. There were lots of people and not much sleeping space, so shared a taxi back to my flat. I think that I secretly wanted to spend the night here, the first night in my real flat. :D

In fact, I was so excited when I got back, absolutely drunk, that I spent ages just looking at everything. I woke up this morning to find my sofa bed out to sofa 'mode', my shirt in the lounge, my trousers in the hall and my socks in the kitchen. I've no idea whether I got undressed as I was looking around or if I just put my dirty clothes in every room simply because I can. Either way, I'm pretty blood proud!