Today has been a very productive day.

Since I turned 27 last week, I’ve found myself taking on tasks I wouldn’t have contemplated a month ago. Today, I’m the proud owner of a dentist, a doctor and all my bank statements now get delivered to my home address, rather than my mother’s abode in Edinburgh.

I’m not entirely sure what persuaded me to take on these little odd jobs. I guess I can’t be a student forever. As much as I’d like to be.

Leonie brought it up during my birthday dinner on Sunday evening. The pile of old papers and bills on the bookshelf got a couple of non-too-kind references during dessert.

It wouldn’t have normally bothered me. But with James there, I felt embarrassed. I’ve been to James’ flat several times and there isn’t a thing out of place. Despite all he’s been through, he’s still managed to keep everything under control.

Maybe it’s time I started taking responsibility for my own life.

In other news, Darren is still being a complete and utter tosspot. Since he discovered my new relationship, he has been showering me with attention. Not the flowers and cuddly bunnies kind of attention.

He’s been beastly to me at work; adding extra shifts to my rota and making me stay behind after work for stock taking. I think it is his attempt to spend more time with me.

I’d like to point out, at this juncture, that it was Darren who decided he wanted us to end our (brief) romantic dance. Maybe it’s time to start looking for a more permanent position somewhere else.

Anyway. That’s another conversation for another day.

Tonight, I’m off to James’ for a meal. Things have been going incredibly well with us and I’m determined to make this relationship last longer than the typical two-week forays I usually contribute to.

Fingers crossed.