Tomorrow is a Big Day workwise. We are all going to some basement conference room in the Street of Power, and explaining to a large group of people Why Stuff Matters.
I am doing the initial chunk of the presentation, and the more time I have spent on it, the more I realise that I know NEXT TO NOTHING about it. I will have to deploy a sharp suit and some expensive makeup, and try to wing it on a wave of confidence and Chanel*.
Ah work. It's like fun, but with all the good stuff sucked out of it, and added stress and anxiety.
This week has been pretty good so far, to be fair. I walked bloody MILES through London on Monday, and fell sound asleep on the train home, waking up with a snort of alarm in Salisbury. Always attractive, that.
Tuesday was glorious. Warm and sunny, a bit like Abroad. I walked to the office in the morning from Waterloo, having overslept and caught the later train** which put me in a good mood for the rest of the day. It makes a huge difference, that extra half an hour. Mind you, the later train is jam-packed, standing room only by Basingstoke.
Come hometime, I started walking down Victoria Street, then on a sudden impulse I hailed a cab.
Well, it was great.
I felt like a rock star as we swept through Parliament Square and over Westminster Bridge, jumping out at Waterloo all relaxed and non-sweaty. And it only cost me a fiver. Well worth it for the buzz.
Tomorrow I am in London again, then we are off out for an Indian in town*** with some of our lovely mates. And on Friday (da-da-daaaaaaaa!) we are going to a festival. With music! And camping! And hippies, I expect. Been YEARS since we went to a music festival, so it will either be incredible fun or we'll utterly loathe it, and come home remembering why we stopped going before.
Mr WithaY is threatening to buy a didgeridoo.
I wish I was kidding.
*The makeup, not the suit. I don't think Chanel make suits for women of my mighty girth.
**The 07:25. Lazy slacker that I am.