This, for him, is great, totally needs to get out of his rut, find something he enjoys doing and become more self sufficient (still living at home at 30). This, for me, is a bit shit. Two of my other close friends have also moved abroad this year (one to Oz, one to Japan) and I am starting to feel a little self conscious about it (asking other friends if I can 'look after' their passports, for example).

But anyway, its good news for him and being genuinely pleased at his unexpectedly bold move for his sake, I am being very positive when he talks about it. We're going out for farewell bash with a load of people tonight so that should be good - hopefully I will be able to restrain my booze intake and not get all maudlin (always a danger for us emotionally fragile girly-men).

That aside, the rest of the weekend will be taken up with a visit to the mortgage brokers tomorrow (gulp) then meeting said pal for a quick, non-pissed adieu. Am seeing X in the evening, which am looking forward to, stupidly, I have offered to make her dinner, the inevitable food-poisoning should well prove to be a good test of her fondness for short hairy-toed dudes.

Sunday, am determined to not leave my flat except to get papers, food and milk-shakes. I am already stocked up on gelatin based sweets. Nice restful day is required.

So nothing terribly exciting then.