last night went to a birthday party for 160 seated at a restaurant in knightsbridge. might have been a fantastic party, i couldn't tell you, i was so tired that it was a little like torture - and when it finally getting good i really had to find a cab to leave. had nice bedtime chat with new man though. helped me sleep. woke up and finally had chat to house mate who wanted to talk about the property we rent together - i said i wanted front door and gates painted, my bathroom, front gates, and floors sanded and sealed. meantime, boyfriend made offer on flat we might live in together. wow. five weeks. very intense. will keep my place even if move in for six months because know it correct thing. not from point of view of 'just in case it doesnt' work' but because we hardly know eachother and have so many things and him too that best to slowly join it together and not have pressure of a million packing cases etc. ok. thats bullshit. i'm scared. of course i am. he is moody. he is lovely. i have a terrible track record of picking. hmmm. time will tell. fingers crossed!