The 29th of October.

I have got to stop expecting life to be even vaguely normal now.

It started with the post (again). A complete stranger has bought me two tickets to the Harry Potter Studios (a big shout out to Simon Pooni, wherever you are), which made my mama get teary. Then Maria Hanson and Sarah Degg are basically sorting out The Hand and Flowers, and Sarah's friend is going to arrange for a limo to pick us up, take us to Harrods, we'll shop, then take us for tea at The Ritz and bring us back!

I'm just blown away.

Alison came round this morning and she was telling us about the Sunday breakfast at the Hard Rock Hotel in Florida and it sounds like the greatest meal ever. I'm incredibly jealous and incredibly gutted that there are all these things I will never do, places I will never go. I can try and substitute like for like within Britain, but I know it isn't the same. I'm trying not to think about it.

This afternoon, Sarah Falkland and Paul the cameraman came to talk to/film me for Midlands Today. They were here for nearly two hours! We talked, we both nearly did a cry but kept the tears in, and they force-fed me cake. I haven't been able to watch the piece because it is too cringe-worthy.

Becky (and James, eventually) came over and we had tea and watched TOWIE because their existence is a wonderful form of escapism.

I am having an early night. Knackered.

The 30th of October.

It is a quarter past nine and I'm in bed, exhausted. I know I'm really tired because my breathing has been terrible all day.

This morning I got my mama to wash my hair, then we went into Sutton because we both had errands to run - I needed eyeliner and a lightning cable, she needed to exchange some trousers and do a thing in Nationwide. While we were there, I decided to transfer the money in my ISA to my normal account, so I'm feeling rather flushed right now. The lady in Nationwide was asking if I wanted to open another savings account. I just smiled and said it wasn't necessary. I suppose I shall need to make a will. I don't want to die intestate.

This afternoon, Becky and I went to Moor Hall for their "Chocolate Indulgence" afternoon tea. It involved finger sandwiches (we ate two each out of politeness), meringue sandwiches, chocolate chip scones, a chocolate tart and coconut-coated-chocolate-covered sponge. We were very sleepy by the end, having had so many carbs and being sat by the fire. Tomorrow she's off to Disneyland. I am very jealous; I love Disneyland.

This evening, Jo Phillps came over and we watched Hollyoaks and some GBBO. We both find Paul Hollywood very creepy and his hair looks crunchy. That is not a word one should have to use to describe hair.

I am so sleepy. I want lots of Christmas jumpers.