Norfolk treat

It's becoming a very worrying annual phenomenon which happens very June. I swear I will not do it, I resist right up until the last minute and then bam! I'm watching it. Yes it's shameful, it's idiotic, it's Big Brother. Why do I watch it? I just don't know and I truly hate myself for it. My excuse this time is Craig, he is from Sherringham and he is a twat. I love the camp Norfolk accent and the East Anglian 'wisdom', it cracks me up every time and reminds me of all that I am not missing in the shire.

In other news I have quit my crap job and have an interview for another lined up on Thursday. This is in Lloyds TSB and is marginally better although after my two months off with stress I now feel as though it is unfair to ever expect me to work again and will be seeking some kind of disability allowance to facilitate this. My boyfriend's first day was ... really crap and sounds like some kind of corporate nightmare. They are a company which has outsourced Liverpool and Victoria's Customer Service who outsource their own recruiting in a nonsense modern world type manner. They also have American gurus - say no more.