Well, what happened with the meeces is...

Tilly is without a doubt a little boy mouse and has been promptly rechristened 'Tinker' and put into a cage on his own which is a shame but there's nothing else we can do.  Effie may or may not already be pregnant - only time will tell.  If she hasn't had babies in three weeks we're going to get her another little friend so at least we don't have 2 lonely mice, and if she does have babies we're going to keep one as a companion for her, and sell the others when they're old enough.

I like Effie.  She's very cheeky.

I've been off work for a few days, having had a bad sinusitus attack.  I should have taken today off too, but I was getting quite stressed at home.  Little things stress me out big time - i feel like I can't handle even minor problems:

1) Tilly the mouse appears to be turning into a boy.

2) Washing machine's broken and we're desperately trying to deter the letting agent from coming round today to check it out because the house is abysmal and we haven't hidden the mice.

3) Very very poor.  Si's birthday and the twin's birthdays next week.

4). Book got rejected yesterday.

I might need an op to sort my sinuses out.  In a way I hope I do - they've given me nuffin but grief lately.

I've been musing over my life a fair bit lately - there is so little I'm really happy about at the moment.  My looks, my health, my finances and my career - I feel like I'm a desperate failure in all of these areas.  There were so many hopes and dreams for me when I was a teenager, I was expected to go so far and feel as though I have done so little to be proud of.  At 24 it might not seem so much but I can't see the career prospects changing all the favourably for a while.  I really don't know where I'm heading in my life.  And now I'm getting desperately broody, heart-breakingly so, but I think I'm getting further away from having a baby rather than closer to this.  My life is becoming a bit of a let down.  I'm back on anti-depressants.  My career is going nowhere because I can't see how me and Si will ever be able to afford to go back to uni.  I have no energy or motivation to do anything, no hope of owning my own home or even being able to save up for a wedding.  I think my life will be one of always struggling to obtain things that others have no problem in getting: a house, a car, a wedding, children.

Well, last night I was woken by a very loud vixen screaming bloody murder outside my bedroom window.  We saw her mate - a very handsome and well-fed dog fox.  It was beautiful to see.

Have started reading a book about a man who spent a year studying rats in a New York Alleyway.  Rattie and Lynn: you want to read this book!  It's fascinating to read and gives unique insights into rat biology and psycology (i.e. a rats teeth spread apart when they eat but they have a flap of skin that plugs the hole so they don't swallow anything they shouldn't - which makes me worry less about the rats now as that always used to panic me),

And now a challange for my blogging mates - who wants to play celebdaq against me (can't remember the URL, type it into a search engine)?

Well, I've been staying with my folks for the past few days at the back of beyond.  I didn't post in that time because I didn't want my parents or sister tracing this site back to me - a private little affair I have going on with the internet that my family should be no part of.  It was all right, except for the usual moaning about my weight, and I met my new baby cousin Bobby - who has chickenpox which I have never had (but have a feeling I'm soon to get).

I went to see Phantom of the Opera again with my mum and Aunt - even better the second time around.  I've also been listening to the Michael Crawford/Sarah Brightman soundtrasck which is...interesting.  MC sounds a little creepy - clearly he has a stronger voice than Gerard Butler but I didn't like his style of singing as much.  Clearly the film version has sexed the production up.  Sarah Brightman is good but I found her voice too overpowering for the role - i felt she drowned the other voices out and didn't portray Christine's vulnerability.  Doubtless many will disagree with me, but I know which version I prefer.

There's nothing like having rats for making you feel loved and missed.  When I came home today Hobbes , Baldrick and Derfel went mental to see me - they were so excited they were going nuts jumping around their cage.  Hobbes looked so happy - it wasreally touching.  He's trying to help me type at the moment so you'll have to forgive me any mistakes.  But we have 2 new additions to the rodent family now - Effie and Tilly, the baby mice.  They are sinfully adorable with their silly great ears, but they don't do much yet - Hobbes, leave me alone!!!!!

Otherwise known to you and me as the Phantom of the Opera.  It is such an amazing film - my soundtrack has definitely been worth getting.  I listen to it a lot - mostly Masquerade, Past the Point of No Return and the track after that.  Gerard Butler as the phantom: take me! Take me!  Let Christine go with Raoul and have me instead!  He may not be the best singer in the world but he is very good and he actually acts with his singing - he doesn't just point his voice at people. The raw passion, rage and despair he puts into his singing makes me feel just a little bit....hmmmph, well, enough of that.  God, I love my men to have a bit of an edge.  And to cry.  makes me want to do rude things to them.  I hope you're reading this Si wink wink.

Just finally opened an ebay account.  Trying to buy Gerard Butler.  or Orlando Bloom.

I'm sure I had loads I was gonna write, but my brain seems to have wandered off topic.  Gonna go home now.  Got the house to myself most of this evening cos Si's going out with his workmate, so I'm gonna crack on with writing the sequal to my rat books.

Oh and the great news - my colleague, whom I despise above all else, quit yesterday|!  There is a god!