Thursday, 30 November:

Almost through with second week of work. Things are going much better now, thank goodness. Have been very careful over the last couple weeks to try to do job extra well with little things like keeping all the messages and paperwork neatly organized, hurried up from the kitchen whenever was sent down to bring up the tea pot so that the tea would still be warm by the time I delivered it, and bringing along some extra biscuits with the tea.

Everything seems to be going fine. David is always pleasant and nice. He even remembers my name which is impressive. At my last job the boss called me "Nadine" for the first four months. I still can't help but think of him as "David" instead of "Prime Minister" or even "Mr. Aldridge". I haven't slipped up again when speaking to him though, so I suppose if it's only to myself there's no harm.

I'm taking a break now to try to search for a place to live in the newspaper listings. I swear I will never live in sin again if I ever have another relationship! Or at least I'll insist that my boyfriend move into my flat instead of me moving into his. At least that way I won't be the one who's out on my arse when he decides said arse has gotten too big!

Living back at home is really driving me mad. Yesterday Dad barged in just as I was stepping out of the shower, and, as if being seen stark naked by own father wasn't bad enough, he later brought up during dinner that one of the ladies at him and Mum seniors group had just lost a lot of weight on that new Southbeach Diet from America. My parents are not very subtle people.

Put in a call to man who was letting out a place and have appointment to go see it sometime next week. Perhaps will get lucky and find that it is perfect dream home.

Saturday, 2 December:

Decided to get started on Christmas shopping today. As I was heading out I ran Mum and Dad's neighbor from next-door. Turned out to be an old schoolmate named Mia. We spoke while on our way to the metro station. I explained that I was on way to go shopping, which she had, of course, guessed from the lists I was juggling. Turns out she was going by a friend's place to see about using his art gallery for the Christmas party she had to plan. I suggested that perhaps her work would pay off in the end and she'd meet a fabulous new man at the party.

"Perhaps," she answered with a mischievous look. Apparently, she already had someone in mind.

We parted ways after that, and I made my way over to the shops on Oxford St. After about three hours I'd found things for half the people on my list, and was starving so I decided to call it a day and go have lunch. While in check out line some of the display TV's showing David's last public appearance, which was actually a couple days ago. Check out girl and rather bimboish looking blonde in front of me were doing the standard political chatter, "what do you think of our new Prime Minister?" etc.

"You think he's that delicious in person?" the blonde asked waggling her badly plucked eyebrows.

"Don't know," the sales girl shrugged, "Although, I do bet he as nice arse."

I had to bite my knuckle to keep from laughing. Thought about telling him that the tele didn't do him justice, but decided not to. It wouldn't have even been a lie. I mean not just that he's more attractive in person. Although when I think of it he is – erm anyway, the point is that in person he's well real. Just…David.