Candle in the Wind

Had a lovely weekend, which involved some paper-boating to celebrate the summer solstice. It turned out that we hadn't completely thought through the location, as the particular stretch of the Lea Vallety navigation we chose was a) filled with dubious scum b) pontoonless - making the water out of reach of human hand. Many a poor paper boat and/or tea light carped it, in the resulting drop from bank to river.... but, of the multicoloured flotilla produced by myself, Choc Chip, Romba, Shaggy, Schwesty, Euripides, and MG, a few hardy boats made it down river, flickering prettily in the night. The boat we dedicated to the absent Monky proved the most hardy - still shining brightly as we left, and threatening to set a few (real) boats alight on the way. Eek.

On Sunday, following a a jaunt into the village for a very nice sunday roast, me and MG then tried to set a world record for the longest siesta ever attempted - went for a snooze at 3 pm, emerged at 10pm. The best bit is knowing that you have fuck all to do, and not feeling guilty for a second. Did slightly fuck with my body clock, though, and found myself blinking like a crazy woman in the early hours of this morning.

Still managed to cycle into work, though!! Pat on the back for me. Have decided that it is definitely time to get back on the fitness wagon as a) am getting fat b) potentially have someone to admire my loveliness.... so probably shouldn't let myself go too much.

AM QUITE HAPPY. FRIGHTENING. BOUND TO GO WRONG.