The net filter at work blocks the BBC, but not blogger.
Yeah, I can't make sense of it either.

Having just seen two very nice pictures of black labs (or at least, what I assume were black labs), I'm sorely tempted to get one. Tommy and Yuri would certainly love it, and this is a major turn from my no dog stance. My saving grace (because I'm sure I'd regret it in a month if I did get one), is that any new flat we get, would most likely have a no pets policy. And I'm sure this whim is a replacement for the fact that we know we can't afford another baby. Hell, we couldn't afford a dog anyways. But for today, I shall dream.

We found a house that we like. It's in South Wimbledon, between the tube there and Wimbledon centre. It's big enough for us, it's on the ground floor, and it even has a strip of garden at the back (albeit shared by the rest of the block). With any luck we'll even be able to get it relative cheap. It's perfect.

The only problem is the holding deposit. As in we don't have one until the end of the week when I get paid. We just have to hope and pray it doesn't go in the meantime.

They've closed the Strand underpass. Now, logic would dictate that if you close 50% of the road, another 25% shouldn't be closed at the same time. Oh no, why not take another lane on the surface out so that traffic backs up past Waterloo.
And more to the point, adding another ten mins to my journey to work.

I was talking with Beth last night about church, as Dad had said he'd try it one weekend in the summer. On the subject of Mum attending too, she said "Mum won't go to your church because you go to a, and I quote, "happy clappy" church.

Happy clappy. I like that!

Two of the women in my Living Free group were on the encounter at the same time as me; one leading, one participating. In fact, the one in the group who was leading, was the one who followed me for the best part of five miles.

Today, as we were talking, the second woman was explaining something she had felt over that weekend. Into her explanation came the phrase "after C had to go after that other lady".

That "other lady" was me.

Four weeks ago, when this second woman appeared in our group, I was fighting off a panic attack. It took some serious strength and prayer to be able to get back and sit through that session. Today, I laughed it off, with the sort of laugh that said 'oops, that was me' and that was it.

I can't help feeling this is real progress.

After another unsuccesful counselling session on Sunday, Yuri (perhaps with a little encouragement from me) decided to take matters into his own hands. And request that my counsellor be changed. And we found out today that it's happening.

I'll be the first to say that I'm happy with this but, I'm also really concerned. Not for me, but for anyone else she tries to work with. It worries me that while I was lucky enough to have help, someone else may not be. Someone else may not be strong enough to cope.