I'm tired. So so tired. So much so that Faithless keeps ringing in my ears.

Blocking out all feelings of guilt I went off to London for the 'big interview' on Tuesday. Following a sleepless and tad inappropriate Monday night I had to drag my sorry ass the most intensive interview of my life and then spend hours travelling home. When I got the call asking me back for a second interview I was in high spirits....

Then I met Jazz at the train station. I'd sent him a message on the way home to let him know and, due to his OTT excitement and support at every interview and job I've ever had, I was expecting at least a 'well done, you' despite his own feelings. It took a long drive home, a stop at Tesco and half an hour at home before I even got a word out of him about it. Except it wasn't a word but what turned into a 6 hour argument and the end of my plan to get some sleep. It was a long, unnecessary one and a great welcome home. It ended with him (shock, shock, horror, horror) apologising and me making Arancini (not easy with bleary eyes but try going 14 hours without food) at 2am.

So with a day off and an interview today I figured I'd have a lie in but nope, 7am comes and I'm woken up by the phone. This time it was my mum in floods of tears about EVERYTHING. It resulted in the rescheduling of my interview and dashing round to see her. For hours I had to sit and listen to how she would have to 'try and cope' if I were to move to London.

Next came a call from Annie and Mr T. Annie reckons that I'm putting my marriage in serious danger and it's not a good move while Mr T doesn't want me to live so far away and, in his usual flash of non-PC humour, reminded me that London is 'full to the brim with axe murderers and weirdos'. Apologies to all you Londoners out there - not my words.

Thank the Lord for dads though. When I called him this afternoon to update him on mum's progress, the call was filled with 'hugs down the phone', congratulations and strong encouragement. I'm feeling much more positive now and I've let go of the feeling that I'm being entirely selfish (in fact I think they're being a bunch of selfish b*ds themselves).....well at least until Jazz comes home to lay it on thick.