Just got back from Chichester where I bought some Christmas presents, so I can spread it out a little, and watched the last Harry Potter film. It was very emotional, and one death scene in particular was quite distressing. I began to tear up but then didn't allow myself to cry in that very public place and was left with just a runny nose which I had to wipe a few times surreptitiously.  A lot was changed but I was happy with most of the changes, and I am sure that if Jo hadn't been they wouldn't have happened. There was one omission that disappointed me, but all in all I thought they did a terrific job of it. Only it left me feeling a little hollow and now I'm listening to Jeff Buckley and wallowing!

I completed the first week of my new evening job without any trouble. As I had hoped it is very basic and requires barely any thought, so I can just go there for three hours a night and take the money gratefully.