I have been working like a dog for the last couple of weeks trying to squeeze in every bit of overtime I can get my hands on because I’m determined to build up a savings fund and eventually get on the property ladder. We want nothing more than our own place with a garden to decorate as we please and to start living. This matchbox living can get quite tiring at times and to be honest, I miss having a lawn and to mess about in the flowerbed.

I can officially say that I am knackered. Knackered you ask? A term everyone in London use freely to explain how damn tired and exhausted they are.  (Ok, ok…. nekkid is not the correct spelling but I was close….see, I was knackered!)

Other than that, we’re planning, wait, let me rephrase. I am looking at holiday spots close to the beach in the United Kingdom to spend a weekend at before we miss the sunshine again for the year and it is such a pitty that the prices are so damn expensive, it’s much cheaper to fly to spain for a week than to spend a weekend in the United Kingdom. Guess with the credit crunch and all, we’ll all be spending our holidays in a tent next to the beach or something.