It's strange, now there's no tennis, I have so much more time in the evenings. I would say I don't know what to do with myself, except that I do. Last night I made bread, flapjacks, tidied, did my bank statement, paid my water bill, attempted to pay my first ever car tax but discovered you can't until 15th, wrote 1100 words, watched Balderdash and Piffle and listened to episode 4 of The Daleks Master Plan. And also did some other little things that needed doing. And that all only took me until 11.30. At which point I was bored and decided bed would be a good idea if I wanted to get up at 7.30.

Tonight, we went to the pub after the Rotaract meeting. It's terrible, I've been waiting what seems like forever for the smoking ban to start and then it did and I hadn't been to a pub until tonight. But it was so nice! It still smelt a bit funny, but I could breathe, see and I don't need to wash all my clothes. It's almost not like going to a pub at all! It'll take a while though for my immediate pub reaction to be to not go because I hate smelling like that.