It is a curious thing when I want to write a Debbie, but I can only think of one thing to say. The question then becomes, do I write about that one thing over several paragraphs and really stretch my point or do I save it and put it in with a pile of other ideas that eventually show up? I usually save it, but last week I fleshed it out. Writing was easier when I was living.

Last Friday was Tori’s 45th birthday and I wanted to talk about her here but I didn’t have anything to report otherwise. Plus, I doubt any of you care. What is my goal in noting it? This is my journal, I obviously wanted to talk about it, but why? What more can I say?

In other news, I visited Horatio. Quickly:

• Thursday: Got train no problem. Weasel dropped me off at the station and Horatio met me in Peterborough. We had lovely pasta upon our arrival. Talked lots and generally bonded.

• Friday: Horatio went to work. I walked up to a shop and bought him a mop. I called my parents in the afternoon. We had tasty pizza. We watched Hellboy; it was not good. We were going to go to the cinema on Saturday but the only thing we could even consider was Hellboy II so we thought we should see the first one. In the end we decided not to go at all.
• Saturday: We went into the city centre. I was really excited, I haven’t been into a city in almost a year. I was not prepared for how overwhelming it was. I couldn’t make enough sense of it to buy anything so I didn’t. We rode the bus there and walked back. It was tiring, but very nice to know I could do it.
• Sunday: Horatio’s Mum came at 11:30 and we had many gifts thrust upon us. She was much friendly than I have ever known her to be. We went out to lunch [my second time in a restaurant in a year!], details below. On our return she sat with me and taught me how to play Cribbage against Horatio. It was very fun and the conversation flowed throughout and I think it was successful. We watched Cloverfield [good but I was a little disappointed] and Ghost Rider [better than I thought it would be, rather enjoyed it] in the evening and ate cookies.
• Monday: Had train time issues, was going to get the 11am but decided I didn’t want to leave that early. Settled on the 1pm one only to have our taxi get stuck in a jam. So got the 2pm train and got home and settled by 6pm.

Sunday’s Lunch: our reservation wasn’t until 1 so we parked and walked up the canal. It was gorgeous, we got to watch a long boat go through a lock and played with neat exploding plants. Lunch was amazing, we shared three starters: Slashed garlic bread with spring onions, oregano and sour cream, Garlic field mushrooms on polenta ‘bruschetta’, toasted pine nuts & sage and Buffalo mozzarella, roasted red onion & plum tomatoes, basil & balsamic vinegar. So very yummy. The latter was my favourite. For mains I had Buffalo mozzarella, roasted red onion & plum tomatoes, basil & balsamic vinegar with extra cheese and Deep fried courgette & parmesan fritters. It was wonderful. I never would have thought of putting a fried egg on a pizza but it was excellent.

Weasel and I spent Monday evening watching the closing ceremony for the Olympics. The London bus presentation for the handover for the 2012 Olympics was awesome. We decided we would volunteer in 2012 to get access to places and have some reflected glory and be involved.

I figured out why my sleeping was shagged last week. I was on a temporary increase of steroids, 30mg up from my usual 5mg. Insomnia is a very common side-effect of steroids and I’m just an idiot who didn’t connect the dots. I’ve slept fine for the last three nights and I’m sure I’ll be fine now.

While I was gone I got the letter, my next dilation is 23rd September.

My 10 year high school reunion is next year. My Mom works with one of my classmates so he asks her to tell me about things like the page on FaceBook. I like spying on people from the distance so I joined. Seeing some people listed there brought back a surprising bit of anger. I didn’t think I cared about any of it anymore, but I’m angry that people who were hypocritical and mean have had such success.

But we all knew I was all bitter and hate filled so that’s nothing new.