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Another weird thing about hotornot is that I posted a picture of my ex-girlfriend Nat (from the early 90's!) which I thought was very lovely and people only rated it 4.7 (it's since gone up to 5). What's going on there? She may not be the best looking woman in the world but she's a hell of a lot better looking than me. Maybe women are more generous in their marking than men, (although that's not been my experience in the real world). See what you think:- http://www.hotornot.com/r/?eid=ERNREYR&key=VQG . It seems that to get a score above 9 all that's necessary is long blonde hair and a bikini so maybe it's not entirely surprising. Perhaps I'll try and get a picture of Madame I and see how that fares.

I gave Indira a hand with her e-bay account on Thursday. She seemed to have it up and running already (Username "PrincessI2"!)so I created a sellers account for her and explained how to go about advertising items for sale. The weird thing here was that she thought I'd set the initial account up, while I thought she had. As it had her home address listed on it this begged certain questions - in fact I do know her address from a work form she filled in once but I certainly wasn't about to let her know I did. It's probably a bad sign that she assumed I knew it of course... In the end it transpired that one of her daughters had set the account up, although we didn't establish that till the next day. "PrincessI" though? Interesting.

She also asked if I could help her out with the loan of a laptop for a week as her home PC had crashed and her daughter needed to do a homework project. Achh. "Laptop for Mrs Khumari" was one of Mr Bob's calender entries. Well, of course I can refuse her nothing so the next day I packed the work laptop (kept at home) into my bike bag and delivered it to her (checking carefully first that there was nothing incriminating on it).

Well, that's it for now. Here we are several hours into the weekend and I don't have a plan yet - always a bad sign. Too easy to find yourself at the wrong end of Sunday night with nothing accomplished. Item 1 should really be a haircut; I think I'll shower and get a bus into town. Then on with the decorating, perhaps. At least I didn't wake up thinking of Indy today, rather of Petra, my ravishing Italian correspondent. Not that they inhabit the same area of head-space. I really don't think you can fall in love with anyone over the Internet, although clearly you can become interested.