Day two, week two

I didn't mention I'm job hunting, did I? Skiving out of the office while I wait for the redundo cheque is a good way of avoiding the inevitable smoker sessions outside the building - the new management recently banned us from the smoking bunker in the basement - and I'm managing not to escape from the mac to the garden for a shifty smoke.

I did my first ever psychometric test yesterday afternoon, and I still didn't need a fag. This is impressive. It was vile and will probably cost me a second interview.

Hey ho.

Had one fag today when Linds popped round. She asked if I had any, and it seemed churlish not to join her for one as we sat on the grass. Nipped up to the High Street to sort out banking stuff - truly detestable - and I still didn't smoke.

Maria's round in a bit, and we're off to see a band in the next parish. I'm aiming for no more than five all night.