I am so fed up with getting colds. Luckily, I seem to be getting colds that last a day or two, although this one feels quite a lot worse than the express colds I've had lately. What's worse is that we're busy doing stuff this weekend like going to the Ideal Home Show and celebrating some broad's birthday. Paul's promised to take me to Pizza Hut and I shall be so gutted if I can't make it. I've got my fancy frock just for the occassion and everything. I actually don't know what we're doing for dinner, and to be honest, I wouldn't mind if we did end up at Pizza Hut. I'm not a fussy gal, really - it's the presents that count.
Thank you everyone for the puppy advice. If we do get a dog, it'll be after we pay for and finish up all the redecorating and all the other new house stuff purchasing. You know you're becoming a grown up when things like having a dog, planning a garden, and looking at bathroom suites and kitchen appliances are really exciting. These are happy times, though. Just shoot me if you see me holding Tupperware parties.