So today the itching was not as bad as yesterday, however I have made an appointment to see the doctor and get some allergy tests.

After work I met up with an old friend - and I mean that in the sense that he is old (well older than me) as well as someone I knew a long time ago. He spent half an hour telling me about Doris. Apparently Doris is a term of endearment for any woman who works as a secretary, PA or similar. It wasn't really the term Doris that I found insulting- it was more his condascending attitude to Doris. Anyway I then made the fatal mistake of telling him I could audio type. He has man flu so with any luck he will forget. Now on to the man flu. If he had not drunk all his whisky the other night I would have suggested a little tot before he went to bed - but he hasnt got any so that is not an option. I did suggest that he try rubbing some vicks in but he just got silly - so my sympathy immediately left.

The boy has been in an irritating mood tonight - trying to get me to buy him a new top. Well he has not been successful - and I am holding out. I will not give in.

Tomorrow I am off to buy flag making material. This is for glastonbury so that we can find our tent - I am not hopeful that I will be able to find the tent even if it has a flag on it. Someone did suggest that we could just put our bras and knickers on a pole. I have to say that I am not sure I want the whole of Glastonbury seeing my underwear so I don't think I will go there.