Kami's twenty-first was lovely, although I got there a bit later than I'd planned (my boy held me up - he wasn't halfway ready when I went to pick him up). She loved her present too, and the speech. Lots of people complimented us on it. Which reminds me, speaking of speeches, Laura and Tabi were practicing in Kami's bedroom. I was in a bit of a flap because I'd thought I'd misplaced the scrap of paper listing who had paid, what they'd paid, and if they'd signed the card. I went in, to have a look in the bedroom for it, and Laura (she can be such a hard nosed cow sometimes, completely unaware of how offensive she's being) snaps "Do you mind? We're practicing our speech. You'll make us nervous." Bloody hell. She's only going to have to speak to a hundred odd others in less than a hour. And I wasn't even listening - bloody off with the fairies panicking about Kami seeing how much we paid for her gift! But she said it again, so I got cross and snapped back "get over it, because you'll have to speak to more than just me in a little while". Bloody hell! Sometimes ... I don't like who she is, or what she does, or what she says any more. She likes to shoot her mouth off over any thing without knowing the facts first (like in January this year) or without considering how what she's saying sounds and the effect it might have on others. I try to think about that, myself, which is why I feel so bad when I ... well, like when I tell Matt to back off or go away, but ... really. I still try not to be mean, and I feel bad if I am, even if it's done or said to protect myself.

Anyway, I straightened my hair and wore my new shoes and Chinese-collar top over jeans. I looked, even if I say so myself, good. Lots of people commented on both hair and tops, and lots of guys couldn't recognise me and kept coming over to shake my hand and introduce themselves (ROFL!). Darius thought I looked beautiful - that's always the most important bit ... but he complained the from the back I looked like everyone else and he prefers my individuality. I think it's because so mean curry girls were there, long-ish straight and dark hair from the back. He said he didn't like that bit. But I know that he, or at least, the rest of the guys he was sitting with, could see where Amanda and I were dancing. Photos to come, later, no doubt. I hope they turned out ok, but most like they won't look as good as I think I did on the night.

I left around 12.30pm, tired and grumpy and a little happy. Darius understood and didn't complain at leaving his mates early. Slept really well though - thank goodness, after so many weeks of broken sleep. I slept deeply until about 7.30 when the cat started moving around in the bathroom and complaining to go out. Then I came back upstairs and slept until 10.30am. I didn't even wake up when Darius got up to get a drink - dead to the world! Ah, sleep. I slept this afternoon too, 4pm until 6.30pm. I only hope I can fall asleep tonight now. Early-ish. I'm watching Bend It Like Beckham but I'm in the last half hour, so then I'll be off to bed.

Well ... 2 twenty-firsts down, only one more to go, this month. And yet another I have to (but I'm glad to) speak at. I'm meeting up with Amanda to rehash our friendship so I can have material for Friday.

No change on the eggs, still just four. But both birds at getting snappy if you put your hand in the cage, even to put in more food or clean the dish of water that we put there for them to bathe in. So, soon, hopefully, babies!