The Call.

So, it hasnt even been 24 hours since my interview for the dream job and yet i have spent the whole day waiting for the phone to ring. Feeling sick. Jumping every time it rings and then feeling a little disheartened when for the 6th time its my dad ringing to ask if ive heard anything yet. Or to talk to me about blackpool.

I have spring cleaned the flat. I have dusted, i have bleached, I have sorted, I have thrown away.

I have watched married single other and cried.

And now i intend to eat this whole packet of cookies while watching sex and the city ... and waiting for the call.