Anyway, there was a week when I had enthusiastic plans for all sorts of things, and then I ran off to Newcastle in a very holiday mood, and had a lovely weekend involving dancing, breakfast in the garden, walking by the seaside, good food and wine in very good company, and a stately home with doll's houses and woodpeckers. Then there was a more struggling sort of week with new boss and very little energy, and a tireder Newcastle weekend, this time with
This week has been another long one, and I'm now on my way to Newcastle for the third weekend in a row, for a dance which is simultaneously three birthday parties – but I really should be writing an essay about ancient Egyptian and Greek maths, and I'm definitely not.