One of the flats downstairs has been doing some diy/heavy duty redecorating, and our flat smells of solvents this evening. Not nice.

In other news, I wore my new shoes out today with a skirt and a girly blouse and felt quite the bees knees about town. I went for a hair cut (the need for such being brought rapidly into focus by the news that the two girls I am going away with tomorrow are both getting their hair done tomorrow before we go) which looks just fab. Mr MacLaren narrowly avoided my making some snarky comment about men really being that unobservant although I realise now that he may have been aided in this by my leaving something on the bed with my hairdressers name on it. We'll give him the benefit of the doubt though, as we are nice. Plus he's a bit shy and probably didn't want to say 'have you had your hair cut?' for fear of a scathing response. Apparently little old me can be scathing!

I then went out for lunch with the gal who's over from Canada with whom (and another pal) I'm off to Croatia tomorrow. We talked about the new flat, about her studies, and just what we've both been up to since I last saw her (the turn of 2004, or was it five) and organised bits and pieces for tomorrow. 

Right now Mr MacLaren is starting of some bread so that he can make me a packed lunch tomorrow what a sweetie! I will have the best meal on the flight. Huzzah.

Budget airlines really screw you over, you know? Like my flight home from this holiday cost £10 but I have to pay an additional £16 for the privilege of checking a bag into the hold! (I think that's right. I'm not totally clear what is what from the money we've paid. But harumph, anyway.)

Stinky airlines, stinky flat. Bah.