1.   It is nearly impossible to get a double duvet into a cover on your own without ending up inside it yourself.  Whichever way I try - inside out, holding corners, matcing lengths - this simple job takes far longer than it should and leaves me so enraged that I have to walk out of the room to calm down.

2.    I am now responsible for putting out the bins (Wednesday) and recycling (Thursday).  This was never my job.  Unlike himself, I have to do this the night before, for fear of bin juice running down my work clothes, but am constantly in fear of being seen in the street at nearly midnight in my dressing gown.

3.    I have been left to care for a garden full of plants I neither want nor need.  They add nothing to my life (except the herbs, which I use for cooking and planted neatly in their own pot).  I’ve just about kept the sunflowers alive through the summer, but my interest is now exhausted.  Concrete here we come.

4.    My organisational levels are now reaching Def Com 4.  It’s gone from a military style operation to a matter of life and death.  Work and home, there is no let up.  There is always something to be done - leaving a thousand other things undone and me constantly guilt ridden.

5.    I no longer have a wedding ring to scare off those horrible men who lurk around bars, hoping that the fact they haven’t washed in a month isn’t enough to put some desperate woman off taking them home (it can’t be the other way, as they still live with their mother).

6.     I cannot get the amount of spaghetti to cook right.  I either end up with too much (and what option is there for cold spaghetti?) or way too little.  It’s the same with mashed potato - but that keeps.  Cooking for one is more complicated than I imagined.

7.    There is no-one to warm your feet against in bed.  The cat doesn’t count.  She shouldn’t be there anyway.

8.    When something funny happens, or William amazes me, there is no-one to tell.  He jumped today.  Holding onto the side of the bath, but he jumped.  Two feet off the floor simultaneously.  How can I explain to someone, tomorrow, how good that made me feel - and how I’m more confident that the physio is working than ever?

9.    There is no-one to help me when I get stuck on the crossword.

10.   My sex life hasn’t been this bad since I was a teenager.  Don’t believe the hype.  There is nothing like the real thing.

Blogs are difficult things.  You start them with the best of intentions, then somewhere down the line, you lose the will - at least for a time.  And Facebook.  That’s an addictive wee beastie!  I’ve got a bit of an obsession with it.  I’m finding all these weird and wonderful people to send virtual whips, beers and cookies too.

Things at home are getting easier.  I’m finding ways to spend my time and now I’m back on-line (with a funky, new Dell lap-top, which is all shiny and full of unused memory) I’m catching up with people and blogs. So, what’s caught my eye/ear over the last few months?  Well…

Could somebody PLEASE tell Jamie Oliver that a courgette is courgette and not a zucchini?  I know he’s got this global empire now, but honestly!

Other Smiths gig last Saturday.  They were awesome.  However, the Rusholme Ruffians set, which opened led to the best “sing-a-long-a-Smiths” I’ve ever been involved in!

I’m getting more and more into the Welsh political scene - taking lessons from some of the masters of the art.  I may even be starting to enjoy myself, in some weird, anoraky kind of way!

Bootleg (previously Revolver) are gigging tomorrow night and I’m there!  It’ll be hot, sweaty and drunken.  Exactly what I need at the moment!

I am very excited about the prospect of the new Joy Division film Control. I’ve always loved the music - and I really enjoyed Touching from a Distance when it came out.  All I need now is to find someone to take me - and hand over the tissues from the look of the trailers!

I’ve become a bit of an expert at rolling my own over the last few months - to the point where I no longer poke my tongue out to one side in concentration when I do it.  I actually prefer the taste - better than the ready rolled ones I’ve been smoking for so long!

On the same subject, the smoking ban is pants.  At the gig on Saturday, the venue stank of toilets and stale sweat and the entire crowd (except for the wonderful Robbie P who guarded our drinks) were outside at every break.  I wonder if someone will be checking for increased levels of date rape drug dropped into drinks, especially around the Christmas period.  As most venues have a “no drinks outside” policy, whose going to be looking after the drinks in all smoking groups?  I know the idea is to make people give up - but you can’t force that type of thing - however hard you try.  And, final bit of the rant, the Scottish figures released in the last month are just rubbish!

Work is insane.  I’m bouncing between the new golden triangle of Cardiff, Edinburgh and London like a lunatic.  Next week Scotland again.  I’m getting quite used to the currency and everything!

Went up for the Fringe, as planned.  Had a wonderful few days - although would have liked longer - just for the fact you can always get a drink and the company there was, well, as good as ever!

There is more, but it’s now 12.30 and I need my beauty sleep!  Being back into the world as a single means I have to consider these things.  I actually went out for a coffee with someone after work tonight.  Despite my worst fears, he wasn’t purple with yellow spots - although I’m not sure he’s exactly what I’d go for.  That’s the thing with set-ups.  We’ll just have to see.  In the interim, it’s just me, myself and I….