I’m in a bit of a dilemma. Whilst I am happy with my current host I have been tempted by the peeps over at Media Temple. Their 2 GB Shared Server accounts look pretty impressive, their feedback has been positive all the way and the switch could save me a few quid but in all honesty I’m a bit apprehensive. I’ve heard a few unhappy words about people switching accounts and shit going wrong – losing domains, paying double, that kind of thing – and I really can’t be arsed with that kind of hassle right now.

I suppose there’s only one way to find out…

It’s only been three years but we finally have the pure luxury of carpet on the stairs and landing. Actually, three years is probably a lie as there was a poor excuse for a carpet on the stairs when we moved in, complete with a dead mouse underneath, but it was swiftly torn-up so I’m not counting that.

Receiving an in-depth description and photographic evidence depicting the aftermath of a baby that has relieved his 3 day constipation (over most of the lounge) ain’t a pretty site.

Even when it’s through the blurry medium of text.

I am so pleased I came to work today.

I get up at 7.00 sharp, I shower, I eat a bowl of whichever cereal was on offer this week and by the time it’s gone I have a pair of brown eyes practically levitating me to the cupboard to get his lead.

This is all in the space of about 15 minutes. At which point my brain still hasn’t awoke from it’s deep, deep slumber and it’s faithful companion, my mouth, is firmly tucked up along side it.

Both friends and family have grown to understand not to even attempt a conversation with me till at least 10 o’clock or after my fifth coffee, which ever comes first. Something of a legacy that has seemed to remain with me from teen-hood.

Unfortunately, it seems, perfect strangers do not have the privilege of knowing this, although I would have thought my neanderthal stare and slow shuffle of a walk might have given it away, but at 7.30 on a cold, wet, January morning I really can’t be arsed to discuss the ins and outs of Hudson. Sure I love him, sure he’s pretty obedient, but don’t purposely walk across my path just to have morning natter.

Find someone else, I don’t know you, leave me alone, let me wake up.

Please?

I’m in love with a city, Rome is beautiful.

5 days is never enough.