Still feeling a little migrainey this morning, but that's okay because we don't have a lot to do apart from get ready for the party tonight. There's a party tonight at a posh resturant in Frome, which is surprising as I really didn't think we had one.

Slightly put a kink in my style but we had a last minute offer for a viewing on the house, and as selling the house is key to my future plans, I was keen to get them in. I hoovered and tidied and straightened the place up. It was fine. There's still some things I want to fix but by and large it's ready to view to the right customer.

We waited. The appointment came and went. I noticed a woman in her car opposite looking like she was casing the joint. That was her, I was sure of it. She got out of her car for a bit and I saw house details in her hand. Then she got back in the car and drove off. Dammit. Got a call from the estate agent about 5 minutes later saying the client looked at the house from the outside and was put off by the road. I think she's lying, I think the state of the lawn and the cracked lintel made her think twice. Estate agent Reem and I discussed this. It's a good house but we need to get people in through the door to see it. I'll have to get the lintel fixed and turf the front lawn before we can get anyone else in, I think. These are cosmetic issues and not really crucial to make the house usable, just to make it sellable. It makes me really angry but perception is everything I guess.

People are stupid. Greedy and stupid. And shallow. They think there's no parking here because you can't park right outside my house. I don't know anywhere with on-road parking around here where you can park anywhere near your house after 5.30 in the evening. Around here you can always park, any time of the day or night. But people are petty. They spend less time choosing a new house than they do choosing a shirt. And take fewer risks with low ticket items than they do with mortgages. I wouldn't mind if I wasn't so desperate to sell and move on. But hey, there is a person somewhere who would love to live in this house. Be as happy as I have been here. But I just have to fool them into coming inside the front door so they can discover it personally.

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The party was nice, I was sat next to people I didn't know and after a while of shuffling my cutlery and looking around, I finally woke up and started conversing with my fellow diners. I'm kind of socially inept with people I don't know. I don't know why I'm so outgoing most of the time but in social situations with strangers I'm totally quiet and withdrawn. Weird.

The meal was really nice. I had Sea Bass to start and Fillet Steak with Garlic Mash to follow. After I had Sorbet. Then we went to the Griffin, a fine little local brewery and pub in Milk Street, Frome, and drank a pint of Nick's. Met some of Stuart's friends, one of whom was cartoon drunk. It was also his birthday. Makes you wonder if it's just that it's summer time 9 months before March that makes the number of births higher? I dunno, little 1960s pictures of people cavorting in haystacks pop into my mind when I ponder that.

Got home around 2am to find Ted asleep on the sofa and Hattie playing Wallace and Grommit on the PS2. Went to bed ourselves and watched a new episode of "House" and "Medium" that downloaded during the day. Watched most of the "House" but fell asleep before "Medium" really kicked in.