Woke up feeling OK, if a little hungover, went out for a sneaky half after work and ended up getting home at 2am. Not too bad. Could have been worse.

Get up at 10, as Doris (33yr old virgin) was coming round to cook my breakfast, but then she’s stuck in Causeway Bay for ages and finally arrives at 12.30 with a Pacific Coffee sandwich. Right. Well beggars can’t be choosers. She heads off at three to some dance class or rehearsal or something and I start to feel ill. Got a headache, cold, sore throat, and body pains. Great. I was trying to make it through the year without a [proper] sick day, but I may be at home tomorrow.

Well married Doris is back with her husband, and I seem to have gotten myself into some sort of clandestine relationship. Recent text messages:

“No more messages OK? I’ll txt u.”

I really, really don’t need this.

On a lighter note, I got my first comment by someone I don’t know today!