So Brian won. Whopp de doo. It went downhill for me when the Greek guy, Gerry left. For some reason, I warmed to the little gallery geek on many levels, similar to the way I warmed to Jonty & Lesley.

But now I'm BB-less. I feel the withdrawals kicking in already and the cold turkey's moving in. What is it about reality tv that reels me in so quickly? Maybe it's like Jerry Springer where it all seems liuke a set up but makes you realise that the things you take for granted actually proves that things aren't as bad as you feel. Smug sofa superiority so to speak. Girlpants has seen and recognised that I have an addictive personality and will probably end up with the shakes, so has come up with a cunning plan to relieve the pangs. He's going to DIY my boredom.

Has anyone built a partition wall from scratch? Plastered? Ensured the wall was straight and plaster ended with a clean and level finish? Not me. But that is my new task. And I'm too scared to offer to paint the bathroom as Girlpants always goes over my efforts as I can never paint in the right direction and leave paint brush hairs in my wake, which he always picks up with his critical eye. So whats a girl to do whilst things are slowly re-assesssed? I suppose I could try plastering on the kitchen side as we're only going to tile it, so that won't be all that bad. But putting up an entirely new wall and keeping it straight? I sense that I'll be wearing the goober hat before the end of the day