Don't read this entry! It's really dull!

So life has returned to normal, if rather hectic and up in the air (i.e. normal), after Mutti's visit. On Friday, my future ex-flatmate finally produced her thesis for me to translate. I use the word "finally" not without a certain gravity.

Let us do a quick flashback to November, when ye Wummun said to me "I'd like you to stop babysitting the kid, and pay rent instead. However, for the next month, while you're looking for a job, you can translate my thesis instead."

Given the length of the thesis, I negotiated her up from one to two months, on the basis that she was frankly having a laugh if I was going to translate the whole thing for one month's rent. She agreed, and said that she should finish it by the weekend, and would like me to get on with translating as quickly as possible afterwards.
So I left December free, and planned on getting work in January.

Now it turns out that she may have slightly underestimated things when she announced "I'll have it done by the weekend." I remind you that I received the thesis yesterday, and that it is now May. Which kind of makes you wonder what the hell she has been doing for the last six months. And means I wasted December.

Meanwhile, I haven't posted a blog entry for a whole three days, largely because of having plenty of work on, but also due to going out last night for a pint followed by cooking dinner round at friends'. I am Not A Particularly Good Cook and have absolutely no idea why it was generally assumed that, the moment "meal at our place" was mentioned, I would be cooking. When I did it before, there was a rice incident, and I was henceforth banned from using the household seive. It all seems Very Wrong. But no-one died this time, so it was a relative success.

And finally, an official notice from Timberblog headquarters:
In a further example of unacceptable Wummunish behaviour, a Certain Young Lady (and you know who you are) has taken to signing into MSN as "Tim-meh!". That is my name, not yours. Nonchalently signing in with my name, then slapping on "busy" status (yeahright! you forget I know what you're like) and ignoring me when I complain, is not something I will stand for. If the situation continues, you will be summoned to Timbercourt on the charge of First Degree Bintery.

The title, by the way, was a subtle but rather nifty piece of reverse psychology.