My loan is pre-approved! Take that, Seinfeld - unforseen circumstances my ass! I’m going to inspect an apartment tomorrow which looks pretty good - but rental property inspections have shown me any rat hole can look fantastic if it’s photographed from the right angle.

Miss M is spending tomorrow night with her dad, and I’m spending the night planning my future business empire. Planning on a Saturday night? Yes, tragic, but I had an epiphany a couple of days ago when I thought about where I want to be in three years and decided it wasn’t making someone else money to work at their gym, or starting at 6am, or riding my bike in the rain. It’s fine for now, but what would Donald Trump say? I’d like to imagine something along the lines of “Emma, get yourself a bad toupee”, but suspect slightly more cutthroat advice.

So I’m putting together an eighteen month plan, and a three year plan - fairly similar, but in the three year plan I have a lot more money, and live in an awesome shop/dwelling. I’ve never done that kind of thing before (the planning that is), but I’ve also never been on first name terms with anyone at my bank before, and I kind of dig it.

Now we’re off for dinner at Loi Loi.

Today I’m loving: the idea of rice paper rolls in about ten minutes.