back from a GLORIOUS week in London, during which I met Derren Brown (swooooon!) sawe the fabiola room at the national portrait gallery [link] was drunkenly mistaken for a woman 10 years younger than I, met some fabulous people in the Caxton bar *and* sang a potentially ill advised accapella version of 'Valerie' at an 'open mic' night with a lot of missing words and drunken slurring, but still managed universal applause.
Bought far too many books. Bad science, The stuff of thought andf Physics of teh impossible, I am having a break from fiction as it is starting to jar, how I see the twist coming from a good few chapters away (I'm looking at *you* CJ Sansom)
*and* after eating terribly for a week (cooked breakfasts and a variety of vegan take aways) and adding to primary stage liver disease by drinking heartily, I still managed to lose 5lbs in 9 days.
Off to Rothesay tomorrow. can't wait!
everything is peachy!