So it's been nearly a week. And, Jesus, what a week. I mean, leaving aside all the Natalie related issues, we've still got the refit going on at work - the entirety of Sunday was spent transferring stock from the shop floor to the Post Office next door where we're now operating from temporarily or the back stockroom - and that's almost enough to occupy anyone's time. But add to that the Natalie stuff, and you'll see that my brain is pretty well fried.

Because, ah, Natalie.

Yes.

She did indeed come into the shop on Wednesday. More than once, in fact. And every time she came in, she was with Jade and laughing her head off. Never even made eye contact with me, let alone spoke. So I text her when I'm on my way home asking her if I embarrass her. No reply. So I talk with Kelly the next afternoon and she says text her once more, be blunt about it and if she doesn't reply, then call it quits.

Which I did. I texted her on Thursday night essentially saying 'do you like me or not?' and she never texted back. She's been into the shop a few times since then, but has never spoken to me yet. It's funny how these things work out, isn't it? Of course, everyone in the Mow now thinks I am seeing Natalie (and, according to Stacy, she's fairly sure Natalie's got the clap, apparently).

But I am determined this is not going to get me down. Well, not as down as I was over Allison. Or Stef. Or Isabella. No. I got a text off Clare saying her and Richie are going to see Potter 5 with Mark and Tracy, so I'm going to ask Bryony if she wants to go with me. Kinda like a date. Ish. It's a pretty much last ditch attempt to get her to like me, you know, in that way, before I give her up as a lost cause.