So, my week had been rather uneventful (not in a bad way - in a nice way) Until....I didn't iron boyfriend's shirts on Tuesday night and he unceremoniously decided to evict me. In true Sarah style I confess, I put on my make up, bought some new clothes, and went out and got trollied.

Wednesday was then spent hungover, and feeling sorry for myself - I woke up at 5.30 on Wednesday morning wondering where the hell I was, only to discover I was on Jamie's sofa, and after 10 minutes, realising I wasn't alone...(don't worry - it wasn't like THAT)

Anyway, after a day subjected to shopping and madness, I was pretty exhausted with the whole thing, and retreated to Jamie's.

When reunited with the boyfriend later that evening, all was well, and we packed our suitcase ready for yesterday's trip to Holland.

At 3am yesterday morning, rudely awoken from my blissful slumber, I was not best pleased. I felt ill! Very very ill. And by the time we got to the airport at 4.45am, I'd made up my mind that I wasn't fit to travel. So I stayed at home. Boyfriend hasn't said a word to me since. *sigh*

But Laura and Rosie brought me tulips yesterday :-) and that was rather lovely. And the nice doctor gave me lots of drugs to make my poorly self better.

Last night I slept alone, for 12 hours - apart from my coughing fit at 5 this morning...and I feel really lonely :-(