Wittering

No posts for a while. So here's one. This week I have been mostly grappling with InDesign and getting rained on. Every damn evening! Wettest drought I've ever experienced, I'll tell you. (Yes, yes, I'm from the Westascoatland, I don't know jack about droughts.) Also I am waiting to hear when I can move into my new abode - P has bought a house, but hasn't completed yet and therefore doesn't know when he's going to be able to move. Which is, of course, infinitely more annoying for P than for me, but still... This weekend I am off to Glaaaarster for the annual spectacle that is the cheese rolling (and the annual knees-up that is D's birthday), and I am hoping very much for an improvement in the weather. I must do some running as well: my Race for Life is next weekend (Erp!) and I currently don't relish the thought of running five kilometres (a poxy distance, but that's not how it feels). D has promised us sport, but playing touch rugby with a mob of huge boys does not appeal. At all. So I will be out tonight test-driving the new running playlist on my iBrick. (And in other news, I live in anticipation of a real iPod for my upcoming birthday.)

The book reviewing blog will get more posts soon, I promise - it's just that recently I've mainly been reading magazines and Georgette Heyer, and God knows, there's plenty been said about her.

Went to the Museum of London at the weekend with three fellow Scots - which meant that we could take the piss (gently) out of its pompous "LONDON: Centre of the Known Universe!" angle. Still a fantastic museum, though.

Singing lesson last night, and I was enchanted by the suggestion that the way to really get under the skin of Se Tu M'ami was to pretend I was a bit pissed. It worked and all.

I have little else to say. Goodbye for now.