my sister rang from manchester while i was making food and stayed on for nearly an hour. normally we do five minutes of taking the piss and then one of us has somewhere to be, but she started telling me about a crap day and i didn't really have a joke for it. felt weirdly good that she'd rung me, not mum. afterwards the flat seemed dead quiet even though the other two were shouting at fifa in the next room. i miss having her nearby, apparently. sent her a terrible photo of the dinner i'd let go cold and she said at least she hadn't ruined anything worth eating. honestly was quite pleased to be insulted again.

played five a side with the lads and spent the first ten minutes feeling unbelievably fit, then someone actually made me run back and that illusion was done. gym fitness and chasing a bloke half your size are not the same thing apparently. ankle held up with the strap on, calves were burning by the end and my face stayed hot all the way home. best bit was sitting on the floor afterwards with a cold drink, not having to stand straight or look presentable for anyone. flatmate tried to show me a video and i could barely hold the phone steady, arms were tired as well somehow. slept like an absolute brick, which beats checking work messages in bed.

showed a couple a flat with the exact same layout as ours, only empty and with decent paint. knew where they'd put a sofa before they said anything, and then started wondering if every decision we made at home was just what the room made us do. we argue about who gets the good seat but there's only one place the telly can go without trailing a wire across the door. spent the rest of the viewing noticing stupid little things like plug sockets instead of doing my usual speech. the couple asked if the bedroom would fit a desk. first answer in my head was yes, second was only if you don't mind climbing over your chair to get into bed.