So, dinner last night was fun. Mr WithaY made the word's biggest paella. Well, probably one of the top 20 largest, I bet.
We drank a lot of lovely wine, and had a great evening catching up with friends, so hurrah for that.
But my burn! Oh lordy! Sooo incredibly disfiguring! I may need some kind of surgical mask until it heals up.
No, look closer.
There, just by my finger, see it?
It's exactly the same shape as the match head which will make for interesting tales* in the future.
Other news: Mr WithaY and I have been up to Gloucester today to help a very dear friend celebrate her birthday. It was fab.
Loads of nice people, lovely food, champagne (although I just had the one as it was my turn to drive home) and increasingly aggressive and competitive boxing on the Wii.
But the drive home...the M4 on a Sunday evening. For fuck's sake! What a nightmare. Took us well over an hour and a half to travel less than 50 miles. Gah.
Anyway, it's been a very nice weekend one way and another and I am not feeling too stressed about work tomorrow for a change. Which is nice.
*not really very interesting, but you have to take your entertainment where you find it, I think.