Holiday Weekend

So, besides all the crap, some fun stuff has also been going on. Last Sunday A and I saw Thea Gilmore, who was brilliant, and was supported by Erin McKeown, who was also fab. And on Wednesday we saw Eliza Carthy and the Ratcatchers, also fab, of course. I love watching Eliza Carthy play the fiddle madly, chalk flying from her bow. It's fantastic.

I went to the gym on Thursday night, had an appointment with one of the trainers who designed me a new programme, which I then did, and was in agony for the next two days. But the good kind of agony, if there is such a thing, the kind which means you're working a part of you that evidently needs some work. I need to do that twice a week, and hopefully will become mega fit, and possibly a superhero. Or, you know, maybe just actually fit instead of useless.

The long weekend has been lovely, a walk and picnic with friends on Friday, wandering round the city with A on Saturday, having lunch sitting outside in a gorgeous medieval courtyard, eating ice creams, coming home for an afternoon nap. Then yesterday another picnic with K and Steve, and a day of playing many board games and eating, which went on until 10pm. It was very cool, especially getting over-excited about Pictionary.

Today, more sleeping this morning, and this afternoon I must do some work on my writing course. I have managed to eat hot cross buns for breakfast four times though, excellent.