What I’m about to write about is nothing like those, of course, but it was one of those moments.

Essentially, I think I just did myself out of £200 in less than a second.

I was sitting on the sofa, keeping an eye on my work emails and thinking I don’t have anything to blog about today, and I shifted as I reached forward for my tea. My phone fell off the sofa. My phone is in a study case and it falls off things a lot – I always have it with me and I am quite a clumsy person.

But as I saw it, face down, on our wooden floor, I just knew I had cracked the screen. I knew this to such an extent that I actually went and freaked out in the hall before coming back and picking it up. It’s completely cracked.

I know, I know, what a first world problem. My phone still works. And also, my life is not changed forever.

But here’s the thing. I was just saying yesterday that my contract is up in 6 weeks. I’ve done the difficult thing: waiting two years so I could upgrade for free, and could make a tidy £300 profit selling my phone on.

All that money evaporated in the second it took for my phone to fall off the sofa. I could still sell it, but probably for only around £100, and it would cost £150 to fix it, so there is little point. I don’t need the money, but in light of paying off my debt and bringing our holiday forward to June, I could have really used it.

(Oh, yes, we have delayed our long-haul trip to California to next spring, because we can’t really justify spending c£1,500 on a holiday right now. That was slightly heart breaking because holidays are really our top priority. So we decided to go somewhere not long-haul over the summer and then, the summer is filled with sport and school children, so we are going to try to go at the end of June.)

I have been thinking over the past few days, though, that I’m a lot happier when I’m not on the internet all the time. I know, I know, so far so obvious. What I mean is, I love the internet, but I prefer it when I treat it as one of my hobbies, rather that it filling all of the gaps between my hobbies. I read somewhere that willpower is like a muscle, and the more you exercise it the stronger it gets. So while I was feeling a little strange earlier in the week when I was watching TV in the evenings without checking the internet at all, now I feel, well, liberated.

I was already getting mildly stressed because I was due to upgrade my iPhone the day before my holiday and the process always takes longer than you’d think. I was also stressed on our last holiday to Bordeaux because I felt like I wanted to be completely without my phone in order to relax but couldn’t as I used it as a camera.

Now, my phone is caput, and I wouldn’t want to take something on holiday which has a screen made of broken glass. So I think I’ll probably leave it at home and take my perfectly good camera instead.

I hate the phrase ‘everything happens for a reason’, and I don’t think it’s true, but, you know.

Oh blog readers – oh – it was the best afternoon of my life! Honestly! I was so mellow. It didn’t matter that the phone was ringing constantly and I missed two trains. Nicotine and I were together and that was all that mattered.

Have been invited out for cigarettes today. I will not go. I will not go.

I would, as MindReader said, “knowing my personality”, be on 60 a day by the end of the week.

It’s been a while since I saw Merry and Pippin (and bored you all with photos of them). So here you are again – complete with hair in frighteningly non-straightened state. My hair that is. Their hair was very straight.

Suzanne and Rob were rather shifty. My birthday is coming up, and I think this is why. Mike has also been delighting in minimising emails and smirking, so something is definitely going on.

I’m hoping they got me Pippin.

Anyway, Rob managed to distract me with MENTHOL lemsip (er, no, I don’t have a cold, just a drug problem), and milky way magic stars. They were on 10p for 50 bags. So many stars

This week, I decided to go the whole hog. I have a generally-dodgy stomach, courtesy of my father who also gave me wild hair and bunions (didn’t I do well?) so I decided to quit dairy having heard wonders about it.

Dairy, of course, includes caffeine.

It also includes chocolate. But not eggs, I learnt.

Me: Eggs so are dairy.

Mike: [smiling. Probably because he knew what was coming] No, they’re not.

Me: But they come from co-.

Mike: There it is.

Day one saw me eating a baked potato – no butter, cheese or anything interesting – with tuna. It was so dry, I couldn’t chew it. Incidentally this reminds of a meat-eating-at-Mike’s-house story I must tell you all about at some point – do remind me if I forget.

It did get better though. I have rediscovered pasta and Dolmio. And also vegetables. I have been snacking on muesli bars, Parma Violets and Skittles. Soy milk is quite nice. As are soy yoghurts and, also, my healthy fruit of choice, glacé cherries.

The fact that I’m not giving up caffeine directly has had a good psychological effect on me. Because I am giving up dairy, I can choose to have coffee with soy milk. The fact that this makes it taste like aeroplane coffee with a SKIN ON TOP makes me not want coffee. This choice is better than army-like ban on coffee, therefore no headaches so far (which does rather worryingly make me feel I imagined them). I haven’t even had hot juice. Having a perpetual cold has made Lemsip soothers (for warm bellies on cold nights) my drink of choice.

So by this weekend I was feeling rather healthy. No dairy for a week. No coffee. Only one minor Thorntons slip.

This morning I made myself my Lemsip even though my cold symptoms had long gone. Must be habit, I thought, idly reading the box.

Contains caffeine.

Oh, bollocks.