Yesterday was productive and relaxing, a kind of heads down no drama kind of day, which seemed the best way to end the week. When I tell you that the two highlights of the day were polishing the car bumpers and watching four episodes of Dawson's Creek I think you'll agree that it was actually a bit dull.

Today I'm keeping to my plan of going to London, although to be honest I'd happily stay in bed and doze, but after a week that's been really quite quiet I'm not going to give in to my laziness!

I came back from the other weekend's festivalling with a bad back, with the added bonus of annoying pain in the backs of my legs. I did what all men would do - crossed my fingers and hoped it would go away. This week it was no better and the dull ache was beginning to irritate me, so I phoned the osteopath and got a cancellation today.

I've been to the osteopath once or twice a year for the last 3 or 4 years, which I guess is the start of growing older and falling apart. I have no idea how or why the bending and pulling work, but they do!

Today I saw a new man: balding, chest hair peeking through his shirt, asked me to take my clothes off - clearly my ideal man! He dropped his wife into the conversation so I didn't get my hopes up, although of course as we all no marriage isn't necessarily a stop to gaiety.

One of the benefits my adventures in casual sex has brought to my life is the ability to get my kit off in front of strangers. So there we stand, either side of the treatment bed, whilst he explained to me how the lower spine worked and I stood there in my pants, and all I felt was amused. Actually the spine turned out to be really interesting - I was never interested in biology at school, probably due to a bad teacher, but if someone had made it more interesting I think I might have enjoyed it a lot more!

Anyway, he prodded and poked me and gave me some breathing exercises to strengthen my stomach muscles, and I've got to go back next week for another go - lucky me!

The trouble with working with people who annoy me and who I have nothing in common with is that it makes me think I don't like people in general. So after a day at work the last thing I want to do is see more people! Which is stupid as I have lovely friends who I enjoy spending time with, but instead I end up sulking at home overeating cake.

Occasionally I remember how stupid I'm being and go and see people, which is what I did tonight. I went to see Ema & Alan and had a lovely evening sitting at their kitchen table drinking tea and gossiping. I came home feeling far more human! I should be sociable more often!

So I went to bed out of boredom last night then spent two hour reading a great big fat chunk of Falling & Laughing: the restoration of Edwyn Collins, written by his wife.

You might remember Edwyn - he was in Orange Juice in the early 80s, then had some intermittent solo hits, but was never a big star as he was always a bit too wordy and clever for pop. He's fab.

Then in 2005 he had a brain haemorrhage, then another, then he gets the MRSA virus in hospital - he really should be dead, but amazingly he survived This book is the story of what happened. The bit I was reading last night was all about his time in hospital and is brutally honest about the rather random level of care he received. It reminded me of the last couple of times Dad was in hospital: the moments of good care that stick in your memory because the rest of the time it was so appalling bad; the feeling of anger, frustration, exhaustion, despair, the wanting it all to end but knowing it won't. It was tough to read and made me cry, but it's so hopeful and moving.

The whole thing makes me want to go downstairs and throw every piece of bad food out of my kitchen and starting eating properly so I can live forever and never ever have to go near a hospital again for the rest of my life.

It's going to be a dull week! No really, it is! I've nothing planned this week at all, because there's nothing to do: the theatres are filled with kids stuff, the cinemas are filled with crap, all the bands are off at festivals, and the weather forecast is dreadful. So what am I going to do? I don't know, but I need a plan quickly in order to avoid a repeat of this evening: eating too much and sitting in front of the TV like a fat person.

I'd hoped to keep yesterday's productive mood going, but I slept badly so it didn't really go to plan. I had one of those nights where I dreamt continuously and it left me exhausted. In my dream I was interviewing Tony Blair. Not just a sit down and chat, but a whole day with type interview. I met his wife, the works. Then at one point I was in a lift with him. A tiny lift. He had his arm raised and his hand on the lift wall, so my face was in his chest, and the dream was so vivid I could actually smell him! So it was quite a pleasant dream, apart from the fact it was Tony Blair. Does this mean I've secretly been fancying him all these years?!

I got a few jobs done then I headed to bed with a book for a while, and then when I needed a change hit the sofa where I've been having a Dawson's Creek marathon. I'm working my way through the final series and I'm alternatively loving it and getting really cross with it. But I'm enjoying watching the beautiful people.