Drama rama of last couple days burst out and leaked out of my eyes when slincing the onion for a midnight goulash. ..But that in fact is the happy ending, so better start at the beginning..

I was deeply offended when one of the customers in Baldwins (happy nad beaming fresh into a fatherhood) asked me in all seriousness wheter I had children of my own. My jaw - usually proudly up when asked for ID in Sainsburys...dropped and hit the ground with a defeaning boom.

I was deeply offended by the rubbishness of morning buses. Deeply offended by my weight refusing to drop below a certain point (fair enough, I'm attempting an unhealthy weight even by a sixteen year old girl standarts). I was deeply offended by Inland Revenue taking twenty percent of my hard earned wages.

I attempted to cheer up my housemate Silva, who fell ill, with an organic tea and cake from Baldwins. Only when she was almost finished with it, she found out a mold on the cake.

I attempted to bribe the other housemate, who's a hairdresser, to cut my hair,by buying him an organic jam (without the mold), but he left for Czech and never managed to cut my hair. I had to ask Adam to do it again with a 9 pounds worth electric shaver from Argos, which is as terrible as you would expect for that price.

There's been a long and intense discussion in TV about the future of my persona, which resulted in not entirely great but somewhat positive result. As my friend Tereza concluded I've been promoted from 'a neglected slave to a badly paid slave'.

My innapropriate boss told me about his innapropriate dream he had in which he adopted a child with me.

So all this culminated and exploded and the only thing saving me from the insanity was the midnight goulash with Adam. Three onions, loads of beef and two different portions - mine with no oil and thickened with a protein powder.

The recovery will be tough, but there's a trip to Paris, halloween trip with Adam and Gill to Brighton, my parents visit and hopefully more to come.