Last night's telly

Okay, so I did actually laugh out loud at the wet shirt scene. Also Peter Stringfellow is at least as much of an idiot as you might expect. And I really hope they've made a series of Property Ladder in the last few months so that all those smug idiots who ruin houses then make huge profits because of a rising market will have the smiles wiped off their faces.

Still no progress on the flat. The bank, who had twice assured me that they would be able to fax the reference through on Monday, have not yet done so. I have a long, strongly worded letter of complaint ready to send as soon as this whole thing is resolved. I understand that you want to please the customer that you're speaking to but lying through your teeth is not the best way to achieve this in the long term.

If it's not raining, then I think I might go to the Invercharron Highland Games on Saturday. This will involve lots of very strong men, wearing kilts, throwing, lifting and pulling heavy objects. I shall take a camera.

Unbelievable!

Still no bank reference, so I phoned again. Apparently they sent it yesterday. By post. Despite four previous phone calls asking them to fax it. *headdesk*

Anyway, they're supposed to be faxing it right now. We'll see how that goes.