Before last night the only neighbour I really had to avoid was the guy from upstairs. As has been mentioned before he's caught me in my underwear, been greeted by me singing loudly and held a conversation with me as I was sneaking out in an outfit similar to that of a fashion challenged clown.

That was before last night, however. In a bid to take our mind off things Jazz and I went out for a meal. It wasn't even 9 o'clock when we were heading home but as a result of nerves I pretty much drank the restaurant. On a way down an isolated road to the flat I was singing 'Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog' at the top of my lungs while dancing - it was quite a sight. This time I walked straight into our neighbour who I pass every morning I go for a run.

Needless to say I've changed my running time. Funny how everytime I'm doing something remotely normal there's no one around to see.