Yesterday was my birthday and to celebrate I had lunch with my sister. Now my sister lives in southeast London. I decided yeaterday that I would go by public transport on the basis that I could then have a few glasses of wine. Everything was absolutely fine with the first part of the journey. Then I got on a 291. This is a small hopper bus. I sat down and then this young woman sat next to me. I say next to me, one of her legs was on top of mine. I tried squeezing over towards the window - but everytime I moved so did she. I am grateful that she only stayed on for three stops before removing herself from my leg and the bus. so back to lunch - I say lunch it started at 2pm and went on till about 9ish. It was a highly pleasant and civilised affair with two bottles of wine and a rather large Baileys to finish. We had a real girly giggle about a whole load of things including a particular text which only consisted of one word - 'shit'. Now you know who you are and I will never mention it again.

This morning I have woken without any hangover. While typing this I am trying to decide what I need to do first. The task list consists of all my favourites, housework, shopping, washing etc. I also need to take my guitar round the Church and do a sound check on the new sound sytsem we have bought. I think I will save that for later.

I am back to work next week, although I have two days away at Sunningdale which is the civil service training centre. I have to say I am not sure whether I really want to go, but it is a compulsory course so I have no choice.

And there is always next weekend to look forward to - washing, housework, shopping - deep joy.