Its funny how your dreams get much simpler as you get older. I used to think I wanted a tall, dark and handsome bloke, now I'd just like one who's not a bastard, which reduces the choice greatly. Although, and here's the big problem, I also have to fancy him. Which reduces the available choices to about 0. Because I fancy very few blokes (I know my guinness section seems to contradict that, but I'm talking about real life here) and those I do fancy turn out to be complete bastards.

Also with places to live. What I would like in a house:
Warmth (ie above 10 degrees C); instant hot water; no radio 4 (specially not loudly when I want to sleep); the only TV I want to hear is the one I'm watching, not the one at the other end of the house; no spiders or cobwebs; no smell of cats, cat shit or cigarette smoke; clean enough not to make me ill; cupboards and drawers and things, so much less to dust; net curtains, or at the very least curtains or blinds at every window; an aerial on the roof; a bed in which every part stays where you put it; cats not on every surface; doors locked - optional when there's someone in, depending on where in the house they are, but definitely when the house is empty of people.
Okay, that's it. Not too much to ask is it?

I had an idea for the beginning of an Enterprise scene, so I think I'll write it down while I'm feeling vaguely dynamic, then watch Warwick lose at University Challenge earlier.

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