I wish I lived in the countryside so I could take myself and iPod/The Boyfriend for long walks through fields, along country lanes, past little country cottages and along lake sides. In the sun. With strawberries. And maybe cheese baps with cress.

As it happens, I live in the middle of a grey town, with grey houses, grey people and grey grass. No sun to be seen. The sky is as grey as this grey background. Even the strawberries have a distinct grey undertone. Don't get me started on the cress.

I have been coughing since last Friday, and my best friend doesn't like me. I have to go to Manchester with her tomorrow. I think I've neglected her of late. I'm sorry Hannah :-(


Everything is grey today, and I'm craving some real grass.