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But, I was all humphy because I was having to go out on a Sunday night. However, when I got there an I'd got over my initial lack of self esteem, I had a terrific night. I could get a lot out of playing with Nick. In fact, I've just finished playing my mandolin on the back of my enthusiasm and had a great time working on Steve Kaufman's Celtic workout.

But back to the grumpy bear. As you don't know, Monday night is practise night with Mike. Mike is one of the nicest people you could hope to meet, as well as being a very good player and a great singer. But I got home tonight and was thinking 'I hope he doesn't' call, I hope he doesn't call', but he did call, and nobody was home but me, so I just let the answer phone pick up. And he very graciously supposed that I was busy because of Halloween and said we'd get together another time. And then I was like: 'I know I should call him back', but I didn't.

And yes, it's Halloween. Lorraine said there might be guisers coming round, so I made myself a plate of food and sat in my cave with the lights off watching the Wire, just in case anyone came round and they would think there was nobody home. You see? That's what I've become. Although in my defence, I did actually answer the door when kids came round while I was cooking, and it wasn't so scary.

I blogged about the whole process of moving to Arran and actually enjoy having that as a record. But for some reason I haven't been keeping track of the house move. It's a similar feeling in terms of the scale of the thing, and again I'm leaning on spiritual means for solace. However I didn't cope well last week at all.

Firstly, Lorraine's been at the end of her rope with a deadline. So I've been doing the school run and a whole lot else besides. Monday was a bank holiday and that threw things a bit too, but that was compounded by my having to take my mum back to Prestwick on Tuesday. Then there was the gigs on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, and the feeling of letting people down during show week and the strange feeling of not being in the show and wishing that I was. So I was left on Saturday with a feeling of guilt at having not followed through on my commitment to help with front-of-house and having done a stupid thing at work when someone called and I killed the call and then left it of the hook. It turned out to have been a friend on the phone. but did I promptly admit that I was wrong? I sort if did with the phone call, but didn't follow through in person. Hopefully no harm was done. But apologise to the show people for FOH? I just could do it. So much for working the programme. :(

Oh yeah, and I got put on cholesterol pills for the rest of my natural. Perhaps not such a good time to try and come off the anti-depressants, but that's what I've decided to try and do anyway.

But wasn't this supposed to be about moving? Well, the long and short of it is that, after a very stressful week, we found our at half four on Friday afternoon that our mortgage application had been approved! So tomorrow morning it's phone the solicitor and sell the shares. Imagine if the stock Market were to open really high tomorrow!

We're planning to move on 1 August. Fingers crossed it'll all go smoothly, but experience tells me otherwise. We shall see...

"There's always gonna be people who want you to do stuff for free; there's always gonna be more stuff; there's always gonna be somebody who's gonna keep giving you stuff until you say: 'hang on a second'..."

#17: Brick Building Full of Lies

#18: Forking the Question

My mither says that we hae mice

That open air-ticht tins

And eat her chocolate biscuits

And cakes and siclike things.

Nae doubt it is an awfu shame

That mice should get the blame.

It’s really me that rypes the tins

When left alane at hame.

But jings! I get fair hungert

And biscuits taste sae nice.

But dinna tell my mither for

She thinks it is the mice.

Expect the design of this to change a lot over the next few days.