My flatmates are going away tomorrow for four or five days to the Isle of Wight for a bit of R&R. I am hopelessly jealous of their ability to opt out for a week and disappear, but at the moment the thing that is fascinating me most is how the week will go with me being alone in the flat. That means I’ll be starting my contract work with no one to complain to when I get home in the evening. I’m thinking about having a dinner party for my gay friends while they are away, but don’t really know how I could afford to do so. I must check my financial resources immediately.