I am home alone. I saw Emma (very briefly) between work and going out for she has gone to try on wedding dresses with her Mum and sister. It’s the first time since Em moved with me almost two months ago that I have been at home in the evening and Emma hasn’t and I feel awkward and empty. It’s annoying because really I should be taking this opportunity to watch some of the hours of tele recorded on my digi-box, or write something to my novel, but I can’t. I faff, and move listlessly from nothing in particular to nothing whatsoever.

I think partly it’s because I should be doing something towards moving but I’ve done everything that I can and so there isn’t anything, but my brain hasn’t quite grasped this…