Now...this would be fine for a normal person, but no. I have somehow managed to turn every trip to the bank into a massive drama.

There's a guy in the bank called Martin, and he has taken a 'bit of a shine' (as my nan says) to me. Which is all well and good, but I have a boyfriend, thank you. He knows I have a boyfriend, cos the other day he said 'I saw you in Tescos with some hairy guy' That was dave, which I told him.

Anyway, last time I went to the bank he gave me his phone number. Whats a gal meant to do? I just couldn't shove it back in his face, but I don't know what he was expecting me to do, so I took it and he winked at me. Yes folks, winked at me.

So I vowed that I would never ever go to the bank again. And now I have to cos we are going to see the football tonight and it's not free (it's Colchester vs. Northhampton!)

I'll report back when I have escaped from the bank :)

Katie