Half of my week...
Having been asked by various family and friends what I want to mark my turning 37 (besides a general look of amazement that I haven't managed to explode myself) and coming up with little more than a shrug (because "my own Watson" is met with "yeah, but really?") my family have given up and gone : "Right, day of Sherlock Holmes in London" which oddly includes Tate Britain, but I think that's pandering to my Hogarth obsession on the side. So, that was how I spent Wednesday.
I'm not going to argue. There is no bad with London and I have learnt over the past two weeks to ignore the Olympics in the same way that I can ignore the sparkly vampires and 50 Shades books that I am surrounded by at work, on buses and on trams.
Thursday was spent in Eynsford, which is very countrified and nice and then I was stupid and went bell ringing for the first time in 15 months which has left me in a lot of pain.
Yesterday was a quick run to the skate shop to buy a birthday present for Lukey who turns 14 on monday and then a lot of taking pain meds and pottering around the house.
No nightmares last night, which is a first for a while and I don't know how much this is to do with having got a lot of my paperwork out of the way. Very odd dreams though, but not screaming nightmares. Just confusion.
Today will include hoovering, laundry, London, a pub and then scribbling which I have dramatically failed in doing.
High point of the week - Finding out that I actually had three weeks of holiday left instead of the two I thought it was.
I'm not going to argue. There is no bad with London and I have learnt over the past two weeks to ignore the Olympics in the same way that I can ignore the sparkly vampires and 50 Shades books that I am surrounded by at work, on buses and on trams.
Thursday was spent in Eynsford, which is very countrified and nice and then I was stupid and went bell ringing for the first time in 15 months which has left me in a lot of pain.
Yesterday was a quick run to the skate shop to buy a birthday present for Lukey who turns 14 on monday and then a lot of taking pain meds and pottering around the house.
No nightmares last night, which is a first for a while and I don't know how much this is to do with having got a lot of my paperwork out of the way. Very odd dreams though, but not screaming nightmares. Just confusion.
Today will include hoovering, laundry, London, a pub and then scribbling which I have dramatically failed in doing.
High point of the week - Finding out that I actually had three weeks of holiday left instead of the two I thought it was.