Well, I braved the weekend with sandals and it was better than okay. It wasn’t as wet as it looked and Leeds was sunny and lovely all weekend. We had a lot of fun, watched loads of movies [Oceans 13*, Night at the Museum, My Super Ex-girlfriend and most of Stranger than Fiction†], had wonderful food [if too much!] and I got to try cocktails finally! I had a lovely tequila sunrise and I had another something sunrise too, I can’t remember the name, but it had black vodka, cranberry juice and another red liqueur over ice. Very tasty indeed! I’m definitely sold, I’m passing on all that beer and wine and heading for the cocktails.

* We had dinner in the hotel on Friday night and after we finished I needed a walk. It was a gorgeous evening and Horatio suggested that we go buy tickets to see Shrek III since we were out. We got to the cinema and it turned out that Oceans 13 was just started and I said I’d rather see that so off we went! I’m not normally spontaneous so it was so fun. The film was great and we didn’t get back to the hotel until midnight. Wonderful.

† We were watching Stranger than Fiction on Sunday before we checked out and we ran out of time. So I’ve got 25 minutes left to watch, I loved all that I did see, I’m not sure I’ve see Will Ferrell play a ‘serious’ role before. Excellent acting on all fronts and a superb plot.

Sunday evening was sort of crowded with calling my parents, mowing the lawn and getting ready for work so I had Weasel come meet me at the station so we could buy a little time together. I rabbited at her for ages then I asked about her weekend and she said that The Other Boy had arrived at 12 and by 2:30 she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sadly, it seems that he has realised that the polyamory thing doesn’t work for him and he cannot cope with the idea that Weasel will never be properly with him.

So Weasel and I have spent the last few days mooning about and feeling bereft [her more than me, but I'm surprised how strongly I felt it]. He was in our little group for over a year and it was just so sudden. He and Weasel are both going to do some serious thinking and see each other again in three weeks. We’ll see what happens, I just feel so sad. Love is such a rare and wonderful thing and I cannot understand someone giving it up.

Work has been crazy for the last few weeks and planning the Ice Cream Tour against drama has been difficult too. Just not my best week [or last few days?].

I’m getting ready to go Leeds and I’m having shoe issues.

I want to wear my sandals since it supposed to be rather humid. The rain should be light to non-existent.

It is currently raining in Cambridge and I have a 30 minute walk to the station in two hours.

We plan on using the hotel’s gym facilities. So I am packing my trainers.

So do I become one of those creepy people who have three pairs of shoes for one tiny weekend away or to I suffer the rain and toes be damned?

This isn’t even touching the clothes that go with each of these shoe choices. I might just wear a large plastic bag with tissue box shoes…

I am the least photogenic person I know. At least in these ones I don’t have my usual ‘the fear’ face.

    

I ought to mention that five years ago today I met Horatio online for the first time.

We’re spending the evening looking at a bug in his forum… how romantic.

Although to be fair we are liaising in Leeds this weekend and that will be romantic.

Friday

• Hair cut
  In the words of South Park: Super cute!
• Glasses
  I picked out two very cute frames, one for sunglasses and one for just being glasses. Will show pictures after I collect them on Wednesday.
• Oiled wood for hammock
• Built hammock then read in it for an hour
  For pictures of hammock and more see Weasel’s entry
• Band practice

Saturday

• Spent day with Weasel’s family
  • Visited various garden and pet centres as we bought
    • a new bird feeder
    • bird and hedgehog food
    • food and water dishes for hedgehogs [we've put them out for two nights now and they seem to be working!]
• Had wonderful food, I got to see the wonderful date bars being created and oh my lord but my kitchen is under-equipped.
• Excellent conversation and fun

Sunday

• Gym [no changes, everything is going well]
• Cleaning [bathroom is sorted now thanks to Weasel]
• Decided to work at home and built the new forum [I'd link to it, but I like to keep things separate]
• Built bird feeder [see Weasel's entry]
• Read in hammock [Harry Potter series in preparation for the next book]
• ‘Watched’ Brokeback Mountain in double-speed with subtitles [did not like, see Weasel's entry; I agree with her]

Monday

• Work
• Walk with B at lunch to return Brokeback Mountain from whence it came
• Drama [continued from last week; nothing too awful]
• Put three of the seven bags of weeds in the bin for collection tomorrow
  The bags smell atrocious!! I cannot get the smell off my hands, I think it smells of public toilets at camp grounds and Weasel says it smells like rotting hay – YUCK
• Yummy yummy pasta for dinner

I have had butterflies in my tummy all morning. It has been so long since I had a routine that having a variation on it hasn’t been an issue. I’d almost forgotten how up-tight I am.

But now that I’ve been back to work for almost a month, now that I’ve been back to the gym for nearly two weeks and band practice is back… I have a routine to interrupt and now I get to be anxious about it.

That, or the hairdressers still gives me a little bit of the fear [read that as ph33r].

Or not the hairdressers, but the spectacles shops.

I keep telling myself that it is okay that I am anxious as long as I still do the things I want to do, it is not okay if the anxiety stops me doing these things.