I just got in. Today was bloody awful, and I'm completely hacked-off and just want to close my hand in a drawer. Lila and I had row this morning. it was mostly the same old rot (bees and honey, sex, etc.), but I was a bit rubbered from the night before, and I said some things I shouldn't have, and now she's in a strop and won't return my bells. I left her flat and it started to rain. I was all ham-fisted from the britneys last night, and ripped my trousers getting to the tube. I was late to rehearsal and wet as water and the director yelled and I got a lovely view of the vein in his head (a real gentleman that one, complete with tea stains and ear hair). I half-arsed myself through rehearsal, and then went to class, where it was highly uneventful. I was then off to my brother's to watch his little ankle-biters while his girlfriend and he went to her sister's engagement party (thick tension there, as my brother refuses to marry Sophie). Peter watches only Doctor Who, Georgie eats nothing but beans on toast, and Lydia cries if I don't hold her. My darling brother and his lovely girlfriend go to the pub and don't come back till 3. Now I'm home and I'm off to bed. My alarm is set for just a few hours so I best be off. Tomorrow I choke on my pride and corner Lila. Until then.