Another long day. Actually a very long day. Had another snap at der big boss. Highlight was driving the big knobs to the races in one of their fancy X5 BMW's. For the second day I had an e-mail conversation with E which she inititated. I know its no big victory, but I'm taking anything I can and to me, her speaking first is a moral victory! I do miss her though. I want to come home, have her smiling face look up at me from the sofa as I stumble through the door. I want to spend those pre-dinner minutes moaning about work. But they are gone. I know that. I have no denial, I know they're gone. But that doesn't make it easy. Skittles tonight and we won, just. I was the stereotypical curates egg. Had a huge 17 spare but missed 3 others. I also had a 4, 5 and 6. Total score 65 which I know I should be happy with but I cant help being irritated by the ones that got away. Geez I should have had 80 . And the best part? I won the raffle! London Irish was the winning ticket. Felt bad about A and her phone today. Its all very well me talking about 485 texts and how switching to contract has saved me a fortune, but A is still pay as you go and as the majority of my 485 went to her, I'm costing her a fortune. And I feel bad about that. So I called Orange tonight and sorted her out with a bargain contract. I told her all the details and she's going to sort it. I would pay it myself but I think that crosses a line into...I dunno desperation, saddo territory? Having said that, its her birthday next week and - as long as she doesn't sort a contract before then - I am DEF going to buy her some phone credit as a present. Melodramatic maybe, but my life right now really would be zero without A.