I went to Tescos last night, in the fog, which was scary, and hard. Not least because the car wouldn't behave and kept feeling like it was going to stop whether I put more choke on or less. The roads were nice and quiet though. I thought since I'll end up having to drive in the fog sometime, it might as well be when I've got someone else with me. It's not something I'm planning on doing again out of choice though.

I realised I've got loads of reading and email writing to catch up on at the weekend when I'm home with a fast internet connection. As well as TV and radio that dad's taping for me. And shopping to do. But I thought it was great that reading LJ through RSS feeds meant I can read them offline. Which I can, it's just so slow to update I'm not getting them all. So I'll probably have absolutely masses to read once I get home.

After last night's Rotaract meeting most of us went back to mine to have a look. And one of them understand storage heaters, so now I have them sorted. Well, mostly. The one in the bedroom is just an ordinary heater with a timer but is crap. Hopefully after a few days I'll be able to get it up to a temperature where I don't freeze. And I think I needed both plugs turned on on the one in the lounge because that's freezing. But the fan heater in the bathroom warmed my clothes up nicely while I showered this morning (with the aid of a plastic jug). And it is nice to have my bathroom smell of white musk afterwards.

It's not feeling like it's home yet. Probably because I'm still living amongst crates and can't find anything and because I've not put anything on the walls, due to not being able to find anything or get to anything.

I did still manage, on Sunday night to post chapter 8 (definitely of 11) of Doctor Who: The Soap Opera where I continue to not actually torture Sarah.

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