Feeling...

...about even at the moment. There's a glimmer of hope too. Three of my references contacted me to say the Mac store guys had been in touch with them. They've asked to see me again so I'm back in there tomorrow, 9am.

To shave now, or in the morning...?

I have to tell you about my little ecosystem of neighbours too, but that'll have to wait 'til next time. There are far too many characters interacting for me to be able to get to bed at a sensible hour. It's like Coronation Street out here, and the old woman opposite had barely been dead two months before her house was sold. The neighbours must be strained like a teenager's underpants right now. The rampant curiosity is almost palpable, and if it were, it would stick to your flip-flops like bubblegum as you walked. Innocent, yet tenaciously adhesive.

The new neighbours moved in today. They're there now with their bedroom lights on. I know what I'd be doing if I'd just bought a house, and was alone in it for the first time with my significant other.

That'll have to wait too though.