11.00am Well today has so far been a very lazy day. Currently Dan is making us both breakfast, so I suppose I'd better be quick. He doesn't like it when I let my food get cold. I love a good cooked breakfast on a Saturday too. This is one of those mornings where I feel like a snotty, smug couple from a film; sadly the illusion only lasts until I spill orange juice all over the tablecloth and then Dan goes mad and puts it in the wash straightaway. He's very protective of his linen. Anyway, I was going to make an entry about the new flat that we've just moved into. A lovely new shiny thing in Stratford. Actually, I say 'we', but I feel more like 'me'. He's been spending a lot of time working late recently. I know it's because he's a trainee and he's got to work his arse off if he ever wants to get anywhere, but it makes me feel a little strange. At first I quite liked having the freedom, which is also slightly strange. But now I just want him back, to have dinner with and to go to the pub with. I met up with our usual group this Thursday, and they all noticed that he wasn't there. It made me feel... Well, odd. I didn't want them to be sad that it was just me, that would be insulting. But I was flattered they noticed that he wasn't there. Anyway, he's here now and I'd better go and eat up.