January’s been pretty quiet. Which is good, as I’ve had loads to do, one way or another.


On Friday 11th, we had dinner with the Moon’s which was excellent, with great company, and we managed to keep dive conversation to a minimum and Quarter Moon demonstrated the new Nintendo.

Sunday we had lunch at the Parentals, which was also excellent, with great company, and Chris and I learned how to play Whist. Like, with partners rather than knockout, which was fun.

Monday was my first outing, which started off something like this:

It was an overcast and, in parts, downright rainy day going to Earl’s Court. Forced, by virtue of the ticket office being on the wrong side of the barriers, to use the ticket machine, I attempted to follow the instructions. After much backtracking, swearing, and general scratching of heads, eventually the machine spat out my train tickets and several receipts.

The train was waiting especially for me, so I got on, sat down and found a foreign gentleman with a buffet trolley next to my seat asking if ‘lady want refreshingments? What you want lady?’ Had coffee and suddenly remembered why drinking coffee on or just before train journeys is a bad idea. Train loos. Just, no.

Dodgy looking Eastender type business man over the aisle threw coffee all over attractive young business woman. Woman handled it with good grace, and man was mortified. Had a couple of patchouli smelling hippy types sitting opposite. Mrs hippy had a medallion around her neck that looked straight out of Indiana Jones or Tomb Raider.
Arrived, acquired lanyard to put my press pass on and headed off to the Press Office. Found Lisa already there. Fab!

And if you want any more, you have to read Feb’s issue of the mag. Hee!

Got back just in time to shovel microwave meal down throat and jump in car to the club. Committee meeting came and went that evening.

Last weekend we spent with Annelies and Richard. It was an excellent weekend with good company, good food, lots of card games, and an affectionate Canada.

Monday evening I picked up my two new baby students. One teenager and one mature lady, both of whom are great fun and excellent.

Thursday involved a client taking us out to lunch at Tower 42. Aperitifs on Floor 42 with its fantastic views over London, with no vertigo in sight (other than the name of the bar), unless one thought about it too hard; which this one didn’t. Had lunch at Rhodes on floor 24, which was absolutely divine.

And this weekend, to top it all off, I have hamster-sitting.

Exciting life, ne?