Craig has inspired me to go into a little more detail instead of just posting links. So…
It’s hard to believe my parents only arrived on Thursday.
I ditched them for the night to go to Foo and Miss Jo’s birthday party on Saturday, which was just brilliant. Then I went on to Ghetto, still wearing my ’50s college girl led astray’-inspired outfit, breakfast at Balans.
Took the parentals to Stokefest on Sunday, then sent them home while I dropped in on the afterparty at Foo’s, then All Time Top 100.
Today I am trying not to be nervous before I head out to give a paper at a seminar before a project launch tonight. Eek.
I’d tell you what I did Friday night but only my phone knows these kinds of things and I’ve mislaid it.

Things they never told you in school: that while finishing off a conference paper you’d also be wondering if you could fit in a leg-waxing appointment before tomorrow night’s parties.

It’s days like this I love Hackney. The gay boys walking down the street holding hands, the baby christening party that spilled out on the street, playing “guess the language” with each group I pass.
Tesco on a Sunday was a bit of culture shock after the markets of Ukraine.

It’s not even 4pm and it’s already been a long (but productive) day. Up early to jump on my bike and go to give a conference paper.
Survive that, meet Foo for brunch. Pop over to Min’s for a gossip and to pick up stuff I’d sent home from Turkey with Dan.
Now I’m going to read the papers and do nothing for a little while until I have to go out again tonight.
And happy birthday for Tuesday for the birthday person (and thanks for a lovely party last night).