I begin my NLP Master Prac course tomorrow. I can't believe its come round so fast, feels like just a few weeks ago I was writing about finishing the practitioner course. Life's been a whirlwind, changing so fast I can hardly keep up. And on top of everything else I now have a wedding to plan.

Yesterday I received a court claim from the drainage company who provided such a poor service. He is demanding £4319.29 in addition to the £1,480 I've already paid him. What is really interesting is that he is citing an entry made in this blog on December 12 'plaintiff is adamant they will not pay as stated on internet blog'. I'm flattered that he reads about the progress of the development on my blog. Strangely he makes no mention of the threats he'd made to me which I wrote about in the same entry. I guess it's the best way to resolve things as I could not trust his word any more and would no longer communicate with him lest he became abusive and threatening again.

On another, brighter note. I went to Retort Caberet at the Kitchen Garden Cafe on Sunday and had a spendid evening. God it was so good to be out at a live event. It was a fantastic line up from the amazing compare Rachel Pentagenet, to the Russian magician (whose act Andrew and I took part in), the comedian and all the musicians. It was a shame so many people went home before the headline act who had come all the way from Staylybridge and sounded like a Denver country singer. Andrew bought the CD (forgotten name of singer) even though he was so poor at promoting it, in fact all three acts almost made apologies for the fact that they had CDs for sale - why bother making them if they don't want people to buy them. Come on guys - be a bit more proactive in promoting your music; make us want them CDs.

Anyway, hoping to get to the Drum next Sunday to see Sureshot billed as 'a master of cerebral verse and story teller' Can't wait.

The last week's been very strange. I've had some time for reflection and realised how far I've drifted from the spiritual principle of pure potentiality. This was crystalized in a conversation I had with one of the housemates on Thursday night and then reinforced when I was listening to Whitney Houston's 'When you Believe' the following day. I'd forgotton the true meaning of the phrase 'let go and let God'. So I'm back in a space where I am willing to go with my destiny and not try so hard to take control. I have a feeling the fifth housemate will appear soon and won't be anything like I've been expecting; but will be perfect.

We've started to veiw properties and seem to be guided in paths we would have not have chosen (cock ups by estate agents sending us to the wrong properties) but we're choosing to see it as guidance. Nothing suitable presented itself yet - but it's early days.

Decided today that I have to do a poetry workshop soon as I don't seem able to write at the moment - even with all the material I have from doing the development. Going to watch 'The Secret' again tonight.

Just one room left to be let now. I could hardly believe it when a police officer contacted me, interested in letting the room. Not sure if she will take it after she views but it would be really intersting to have the full sent of emergency services represented in the house - and I'm totally gobsmacked by how close I am to my wish list.

We're still finishing off a few bits (external extractor in the kitchen; and now the skip is finally gone we need to hose down the front drive) but it is feeling almost there now. Beginning to view other properties - just testing the water.

I am always amazed when I get communication from people who have read my blog, I am often surprised by who reads it.

The second tennant arrived this afternoon, and as I hand't heard from the Scottish lass he had the second ensuite room. I sat down for a meal with both of them tonight and as I listened to the fire officer and the paramedic I was amazed at how much responsibility these young men carry in their jobs. Their's can be a job of life and death and although mostly they manage to save lives somethimes there is death; and at 26 and 28 years of age they have learned to take it in their stride; to get on with the job in hand and to develop a sense of humour that others may find morbid but which is part of thier way of dealing with things. (Kind of reminded me of working at Glenthorne all those years ago). What else was surprising was realizing that these two young men could meet in thier professional capacity at an incident (at least they'll know each other).

I have another viewing tomorrow from someone who works in the distribution industry. I'm not quite feeling it with this one (but then I really felt it with the girl from Scotland and she didn't take the room).

Call me glutton for punishment but I found myself on the internet looking for more houses last night and found a very promising one which Andrew and I are hoping to go and look at on Monday