I did totally try to update over the weekend but the 20six  website was hell bent on stopping me.

The weekend passed without major incident. My achilles tendon aches from Friday night's  'Ski Sunday Dance'

Harry made a dramatic surprise return from Australia 5 months early.

Despite my increasingly bad chest infection, I agreed yesterday to a trip to Toys R Us with Laura, we left with 3 kites, 3 hula hoops and a skipping rope. Then we bought a garden gnome and 3 pots of paint. Then we went down to the Water Sports Centre (sounds kinky but it's not...lol) met up with Lisa and flew our kites and had a smoke. It was a good day all in all!

Tomorrow my exciting life takes me down to London for Laura's Marie Claire interview - I won't pretend I'm not gutted, I don't want her to leave :-( But if she's gonna go I wanna be supportive, I want her to be happy, even if that's not here.

However, in the meantime, my poor exhausted body needs to recover sharpish before this afternoons hijinx. And I really would love a fag, if I thought it wouldn't incapacitate me for the rest of the day I'd be down there right now chuffin away.