When you don't write for ages....

There is a lot to say. Profound. But I can't be bothered with a big lengthy run down. That makes it not fun. So quick fire update. (For my records only, no entertainment value here)

I went to Phoenix Foundation at the botanical gardens with Couple number one at the flat (love is in the air everywhere oh dear bleh!) I don't mean that at all. I had a really good time, it was such an amazing atmosphere, huge turn out and they are really really good. And we had pumpkin pie and beer. Mmmm.

I behaved atrociously on friday night. Apologies to Luke for commandeering his bed (not that I was aware I had been put in it). I did have fun though, and it's fine if you wake up early enough in the morning that you are still drunk enough to stumble home. Will I ever learn? I kind of hope not.

So Saturday was a right off, but the newly engaged ones came over for a bbq that night and after having some food I was racing around in Mark's skate shoes (I had left mine at Luke's) playing football at Lyall Bay.

On Sunday I had to be really really productive and my acts of contrition included giving our flat a really good clean, as in cinderalla down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. And then I went snorkelling all on my own because it was a beautiful beautiful day, Couple number two were off somewhere for a picnic I think and I don't wanna be a gooseberry and my snorkelling buddy is away at the moment.

Then I went to see Finding Neverland with a random assortment of boys. Peter Pan was my favourite fairytale and I once went to a book fair at primary school as the Indian princess Tiger Lily. All the other little girls were in their ballet tutus as tinkerbell or sleeping beauty and I went in a brown paper rubbish bag. I have to admit looking at the photo now that mum did a pretty awesome job of it. It was definitely a portent of my style to come though....

Speaking of mums, I'm tired of movies with plots such as that contained in Finding Neverland. Especially when there is no warning. Because I never normally cry at movies. It just reminds me that i'm not as tough as I think I am. I have been dreaming about her an awful lot lately...