Don't stop movin'

I'm getting ever-so-slightly subtle hints from my mates about doing more Blogs ("Where's todays fucking Blog???), so I am here, on this beautifully sunny day, inside....doing a Blog. I really really need to get myself an iPad!

Things are moving a tiny bit forward in regards to my work situation lately. I've had dozens more jobs to apply for in Ipswich than I have in Lowestoft, but then I guess there are more people to apply for them so it's kind of a Catch 22 thing. I have a job interview lined up tomorrow afternoon, plus one of the recruitment agencies I forced myself onto have rang to say a receptionist job is available and can I do a telephone interview for it. Cue fake posh telephone voice. I've done my company research, I've updated my CV, I've chosen the interview outfit (lilac shirt, grey pleated skirt, huge white belt - always a winner), and I've got my Tom Tom programmed to take me there (half an hour early so I can give myself a pep talk - "Don't fuck this up you dumb cow"!). All I can do is hope for the best. I know how fabulous I am, it's convincing others to believe me that seems to be the problem.

I'll be staying with Mr Z tonight. In fact, I've been staying with Mr Z quite a bit. I don't want to push my luck though, his Mum is lovely but I'm sure after a while she'll start to plot to get us out of her house. I'm expecting the itching powder in the bed trick, or sitting down to "burnt to a crisp" dinner. That particular trick wouldn't work with me, I'd just be happy with take-away every night! Mr Z and I are in the same situation; both of us moved out once (or in my case, twice) and it didn't work out so we had to move back. Once you've had that taste of freedom it's very hard to have to give it up again. After a month or two of moving back in with the parents you start to imagine different ways of bumping them off. I'm joking of course. *ahem*. The worse thing to experience is when the bed starts to develop a squeek because you've been humping so much. All you want to do is bang away wildly, but at the forefront of your mind is "Mum knows what we're doing". If I don't get a flat of my own soon I think we're going to end up like one of those couples you see in the back of a car lined up near the local dogging patch.

Ok I think I need to get outside and catch some rays before my jaunt to Ipswich this afternoon. I want all of you to think positive thoughts for me - they worked when I asked you to think positively for me and Mr Z! I need this job. I need to get out of Lowestoft. I need to get a bed that doesn't squeek.