Well considering I tend to just waste most weekends, I’ve made up for it today. I got absolutely loads done today and it proved to be very fruitful with it. Started off well when I was awoken by the postman delivering me my offer letter from Raven. So it’s official! I’ve got to admit I was a little disappointed by the salary offered, which was even less than I was expecting (and I wasn’t expecting much!) but I feel that if I don’t get out of ntl and back into the IT industry now I never will. Tighten the belt now, and it will pay off in the future! More bizarrely, I also received a lime, in a Jiffy bag, from Claire. She sent it for my fruit powered clock that she and Jay gave me for Christmas. The bag was covered in Geordie-scrawls like “Divvent squeeze too hard man”, “Watch it - it might gan pop, like” and “Howay man - gan canny - it’s frooty like”. The postman must think we’re completely round the twist. Fifteen minutes into starting my chores (I’d washed about four plates and looked at the hoover), Al offered me much-needed distraction by texting me to ask if I wanted to come with him and Charlie to Freeport - one of those discount outlet store village thingys just off the motorway a few miles away. I hadn’t been to that one before so I agreed, although to be honest, an afternoon staring at mud would have sounded more exciting than blitzing the house. I had just enough time to haul a load of crap out of the cellar and into the car to take to the tip before they arrived. When we returned (myself and Al empty-handed, although Charlie managed to find some stuff for her upcoming holiday), Al and I set about lugging the arcade cabinet into the cellar - no easy task as it’s bloody heavy and bloody big. One of these days I might get round to working out what’s wrong with it and make it work again. Less likely now it’s in the cellar, mind. We also switched sofas between the two main rooms, so that the completely shagged out sofa that’s been in the living room since we moved in can finally be taken to the tip when I get access to a van! Then it was on to Suzanne’s to move stuff from the flat back to her mum’s. In particular, lots of home electronics, and Pickle - her snake! When we finally moved it all, I popped in for a coffee, where Suzanne offered me a Nokia 8310 for my efforts! ("It’s locked to O2, and I’m on Vodaphone so you might as well have it"). Result - that’ll come in handy now my 6210 has finally bitten the dust. As well as that, I’m also “looking after” their Sky Digital system. They both have Sky where they’ve moved into already, and Danny’s still in contract so still having to pay - so I’ve plugged it into my old dish at home and bingo - free full package Sky. Can’t be bad... Considered putting my feet up after that lot, but decided against it when I realised just how much I’ve got to do before next weekend - so after some tea, I set upon the spare room - dismantling an old knackered wardrobe, and moving stuff into the attic. I’m knackered. I don’t think I’ve ever done as much on a Saturday before!