Surprisingly, everything has been quite normal and I haven't really had anything to report. Manchester was nothing special. It made me realise how much I missed Spain and that there is nothing left for me there no more :-( moving here permanently is defo an option! Nothing to report on the Isidoro front neither, as I have been avoiding him so I haven't had to talk to him. although the odd few times that I have had to he tells me I'm beautiful as per usual. If I ever see his wife I'm gonna tell her. Also still desperatly trying to find out why he was sacked from Carolines company, but no one there seems to know why, so thinks me might ask him myself why...... Just reading that back I sound like a vindictive bitch- no wonder no one likes me!

Also spent the weekend with Rochelle in Barcelona. Didn't get to see fook all (well I actually did see things but not in the tourism sense!) Rochelle understands this. And while we are on the subject of Rochelle- She is one fookin party animal- I thought I was bad, but even I couldn't keep up with her! And then I spent the weekend bein a bit miserable as I was tired and I really shouldn't drink when Im knackered as fook as then I start waffling about "secrets"!

Random word of the day:quillango- blanket of furs

Arrived back in sunny England (excuse the pun). Flight was terrible-trainee captain. We was up and down he was the most awful driver ever as when we were descending to land he was going at some super speed and flew quite low for ages we all panicked as all we could see was houses so it looked like we was going to actually land on some houses. And then me and Caroline discovered what our seatbelts were for as we landed and our faces were squashed up against the seats infront of us.

anyway away from the drama, ended up havin a really good night out as me and pauli sort of share a birthday so it was nice to have a drink with him. AND he showed me the video's of my birthday last year, when I was sitting on the floor outside 5th ave and was uncapable of getting myself home (the only time ever!). But I had a really short victoria Beckham style bob, and I never remeber having my hair like that, I always thought I had it long. It was quite shocking to see that as it all seems so long ago. Anyway need to go as my mother is watching me write this. she wants to do something on here but she is hanging round like a bad smell!!

Me and Caroline ended up arguing AGAIN. So since we can NEVER settle this argument i'm going to hold a poll and I want you all to be truthful. Caroline always worries about how I get home. Never in my life have I ever had to tell anyone where i'm going what i'm doing how i'm getting, as the truth of the matter is no one actually cared.

So it was like quarter past 2 in the morning and there is no point getting a taxi as I live near to the city centre I can walk everywhere, also I can't really afford the taxi's as I had to buy a round of drinks in for people on my birthday instead of them buying me (except for daisy- cheers love, sorry I didn't actually drink it!).

SO! at the end of the night I told caroline that I was walking home and this is where the argument began. She seemed to think it was ok for her to walk home by herself but not for me. As many peeps already know, where I grew up was rough as fook and I was always avin to dodge the smackheads when I used to walk round there at 2 o clock sometimes 3 o clock in the morning when I was like 13.

Anyway will stop the waffle now in the end we ended up getting into a car with a lad that we know who had been drinking not sure how much he had had though, so in effect a drink driver was entrusted with our lives. If something was to happen on the street i could do something about it but if he lost control there is fook all I can do about it. If someone were to attck me in the street I would pepper spray them in the eyes- then would jab my finger in each of their eyes, get hold of their balls and twist them until i made sure that they could never spawn a clone of themselves and then take my shoe off and hit them over the head.

So the question I want an answer to is what do you all think would have been better to do- me walk home by myself or to have got into that car with a drink driver.So you all be honest as me and Caroline are both going to read this and whatever the most popular opinion is we will stand by this decision for six months. look forward to reading your posts.

On the upside, I got to Carolines and she filled her living room with balloons. Although I knew she was going to do this as I could hear her blowing them up whilst she was talking to me on the phone even though she told me there weren't any balloons, I'm not stupid. Also she had made me a birthday card as they are so crap here. It was actually quite good, she had good control of the scissors when cutting out the letters. and she also bought me some blowing bubbles, although I have no idea on earth what I'm going to do with them. I might save them for xmas. and she bought me a skipping rope. although it is for a child, it will come in useful, as you all know, I'm no gym bug, I actually hate going there i feel like a reet heffer, everyone is so skinny and judgemental. But I was reading that if you skip, for ten minutes, 3 times a week you burn like loads of Calories, and it's just a bit of fun too. and Caroline got me some cava, and a birthday cake of some description. The birthday cakes here are slightly weird, they just seem to be some sort of foam, or I dunno what, it is definitely not solid. It didn't actually taste too bad though...

Also have I mentioned that my boss is werid. I have been keeping a diary of all the stuff he has been saying to me, but the diary isn't as good as some of the other stuff he has said to me.

Diary of Isidoro-ism's (please keep out of childrens reach- May cause nightmares)

Thursday 5th Oct (incidentally my 21st)

am- pointed out that I had a huge spot on my face, well yes I know, but please let's not talk about it. He told me to use talcum powder for it. I said I didn't want to so he told me he has a spot on his arse because he is sat down all day and he has a sweaty arse and the sweat had caused him to get a spot and he uses talc to dry it up. He then told me that his wife has a big beautiful fat arse-I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW

pm went to him for advice about my professional objective. He told me that my personal objective should be to have a Spanish boyfriend- then winked at me. When I left his office he blew me a kiss. ergh.

Friday 6th Oct

am Thankfully did not have to go into his office as was inundated with orders but I know I will be in trouble for it later.

pm Trouble struck. I had to go to his office as I couln't find any work to do quick enough. He sang all you need is love by the beatles to me.

I will keep regular updates of all the weird things he says. Also, I've been finding all sorts of interesting words in spanish today:

sirimiri- Drizzle

chirimiri- Drizzle

chipichipi- continuous drizzle

jipijapa- straw hat (finely woven)

Well peeps, its finally arrived-my big 21. Although it really doesn't feel like my birthday as they haven't invented birthday cards here yet, so it feels strange to come down of a morning (I say come down, I really mean go round the corner!)and there is no birthday cards waiting for me. AND its gonna be shit having to wait til I go home for my cards and presents as its past my birthday and well no one will care by then- except for my pauli he understands as his birthday is the 6th so we kinda share a birthday, although I think he has gone home for his actual b day.

Everyone has been really nice. I had to go round kissing EVERYONE (except sergio!)for my birthday. why the fook should I kiss them? its my birthday they should be friggin kissin me!

Also I dunno whether I have mentioned about my boss- David Brent is not the word for him. He pointed out that I have a huge spot on my face, like I know, but there is no need to point. And he insisted that I use talcom powder to dry it up. It didnt matter how many times I said to him that my mum has told me to use teatree oil and witchazel, and she teaches 3rd and 4th year pharmacology students in manchester uni, by the way. Then he started telling me he knew that talcom powder is the best thing as he uses it. And he told me he has a spot at the minute- on his arse! He then went on to explain that he sits down all day so his arse gets sweaty and thats why he has a spot.

Well this was to good an opportunity to waste, so immediately I told EVERYONE. They all pissed themselves laughing. So at the minute I'm well popular. Also he came in my office trying to shout at someone but they all knew he has a spot on his arse so when he was shouting everyone was laughing and sniggerin but since they were holding in their laughter they had tears streaming down their face- and he couldn't work out why, so all in all my birthday had been good office wise. Dunno about tonight as I invited two boys by an accident but they CANNOT be in the same place with me at the same time. I can't even run away as I will be wearing heels and the pavements are made of shiny ceramic tiles so I will slip everywhere and travel 1mm per second!

Anyway, I'll skidaddle for now. Will write 2moz and let you know how my birthday bash went!

Ive only started writing this after five weeks of being here, but oh my god so much has happened. Its going to be a pretty long post this time but I guarantee you WILL NOT BE BORED!!!

Work is shite. My boss is a dirty old man. Did fall in love with sergio but that only lasted a day- I saw the light, man alive his pants are tight. I'll keep you posted of EXACTLY how tight they keep getting. he is a safe enough lad like but they get tighter and shorter as the weeks progress and now I can see his simpsons socks! all the girls in my office are really nice too, and im glad because the people make the work what it is me thinks.

Oh and the drama's I have had with my accommodation. I found a girl on the internet back in May and we were speaking on the phone every week once a week and spoke on the e-mail all the time. Then I cam to visit in July to see if I liked the house. I was a bit disappointed with the neighbourhood and the buildiang as I didnt have a lift or a balcony, but I was getting on with the girl, she is called simona, dead well so I thought it doesn't matter as the house itself was nice and extremely clean, looking back now the clinicalness of it should hav rang alarm bells, but I was just so pleased that I had a house and would not be homeless when I arrived in Spain.

When I got here I knew I was going to be on my own for the first two weeks as she was away on her hols. Best two weeks of my life without that satan spawned devil woman, and i actually chose my words kindly!

At first it was ok, then I started to notice things, like she was obsessive about the cleaning. Normally when I wash up I just dunk it in the HOT SOAPY water scrub away then put it on the side, bubbles and all. And madre mia, she nearly cried if she saw bubbles left on the plate. But could smeone post me a comment and tell me if this is how ure meant to wash the pots, as now I'm starting to doubt myself.

And when we met and we were speaking she said it was no trouble to have my family over to stay and to have my friends over and stuff. Well, that was a pure black magic lie, as my friend was nearly homeless in Madrid and I asked if she could stay for 2 nights, she said no, which at the time I thought was fair enough as you know it did seem a bit dodgy. But then I was thinking hmmm and I told her me mam was coming in October and I had a friend coming in December, and you know what she told me, "my house is not a hotel!" well I never, why tell me in the first place I could have them here. anyway more stuff kept happening until I realised that I would not have any freedom or couldnt have any friends, and thats when I started to feel slightly homesick and decided to try and find somewhere new. Neon impossible. until a golden angel (ha ha sounds sooooo gay, but until you had seen what was on offer in castellon you cannot judge)showed me her house and I loved it, it was dead cosy and slightly bohemian. I had to tell her straight away that I wanted it as if I had left it like twelve hours to decide then someone else would have took it.

then came the hard part of having to tell my housemate, I didnt wanna be mean so I just told her they had changed my hours so Im getting less money. Then it well sort of kicked off, she called me a little girl, well excuse me who was having the temper tantrum when things didnt go her way?

Anyway, she told me that she wanted €300 or the next months rent and bills (when I wasn't going to be there)so I said ok as I thought I woul have been moved out before she got home from work. Then ofski's she toddles to speak to her weird boyfriend (honestly she isn't fussy)and im pretty certain this was his idea, she then comes to me and says she needs some sort of security, I either leave my stuff here until I give her the money or I give her my passport. I handed over my passport as I knew the second she had it and was using it to bribe me for money that she was in deep sh*t.

So the next day after work went to Carolines and said I should go to the police station for ADVICE. Well, what a fooking farce. I was in there 2 hours trying to explain but for some reason NO ONE understood my Spanish. I must have spoken to about 15 policemen. At one point someone leaped in their car and whipped on their fooking blue flashing lights. In the end there was a woman who could speak English and she explained to me that they though it was an emergency and that I was in danger, so at last they let me go (oh yeah cos they were gonna detain me!).

Offski's I go to my house, packed everything and got it downstairs and then, out of a good will gesture, I offered the spawn of Satan €100 and proceeded to demand my passport. Well, it all bleedin kicked off she was shouting, saying I live in my own little world (what? she thought I was gonna pay money for rent and bills for when I wouldnt be living there). In the end I told her fookin straight you either give me my passport in exchange for this money cos ure not gettin no more, or I will phone the police and in the morning they will come to your house, search it top to bottom, and if they don't find it they will go to your work and arrest you infront of your boss and in front of your colleagues. and I will cause problems for you in your job. then she tried threatening me that if I phoned the police, she knows people here, blah, blah (does she know who I am? lol!)in the end I said you have two options. if I don't get my passport tomorrow I can go to the embassy and get a new one for like €60 the same day and the police will still arrest you, or they will come here to search for it and arrest you in your work. In the end she was like oh you haven't been here for two months? she knew fine well I hadn't been. She only changed her story when she had noticed that I had taped her entire conversation on my mobile (the wonders of technology)and knew that i knew what she was doing was wrong.

Anyway I am now settled in my new house and I love it. Will go for now as I have just realised that I have waffled far too much!