Thursday

Feeling much more dynamic at work today - perhaps because it's cooler outside, perhaps because we're on the cusp of payday and everyone is feeling a little more positive. It's nice to cross things off the scrappy little post-it to-do list, but I'm aware that I'm getting the more enjoyable bits and pieces out of the way first and that there's plenty more crap to wade through this week before I can enjoy a bank holiday weekend properly. Either way, getting through the working day is about setting minor goals - even if they're just time-based ones like a cigarette at 11.30, lunch and a bit of football news at 1 and home at 5.30. Without things like this, I'm not sure how anyone could work full-time at all.

After work, I do another jacket potato and watch the latest South Park before K gets home. Faye and Kelli pop round for a while after dinner and I begin watching the final leaders' debate on BBC1 while they natter in the kitchen. It starts well - with Gordon Brown having to fight hard after his "bigoted woman" gaffe in Rochdale yesterday - and Clegg showed, again, that he's a great public speaker and a decent debater. No matter what Cameron says, however, I just can't even force myself to like him. I know he's the most likely candidate to be our next prime minister, but everything about him makes my flesh crawl. He's a cartoon Etonian squeezed into a Tony Blair costume circa 1997; only speaking in meaningless, point-scoring soundbites and shamelessly trying to piggy-back on Barack Obama's 'Change' platform. Next to Obama, Cameron looks like a snivelling schoolboy - and I think he'd be a genuine embarrassment for this country if we put him and the rest of the Bullingdon Club in charge. I'm with GB on this one I think.