Coo-eeee I'm back!
Last week's silence was due to a rather busy time in my day job, which left me very little spare brain power to blog.
But I have exciting news. I am one step closer to getting broadband, thanks to the helpful peeps at O2.
This means I am one step closer to being able to Skype Big Bro in Holland and SuperCathyFragileMystic in the Wild West Erm... Country.
How amazing is that?
But what's more amazing is the weekend I've just had.
Penthouse Flatmate and First Uni Flatmate came to stay for the weekend bringing with them my goddaughter, Miss D. She's five, and considering I was brought on board to teach her about the fun things in life, I think I'm doing a pretty good job – if you overlook the fact she's going back with a slightly more colorful vocabulary.
Sorry Penthouse Flatmate...
Anyway on the Saturday, after I'd given a guided tour of my flat, which consisted of standing in the hall and pointing at each room off it, we set off to watch The Snowman ballet at the Peacock Theatre.
As the lights went down and the music began, I snuck a look at Miss D, who was sat there, utterly captivated for the entire performance.
And who could blame her – it was truly amazing. A young child's dream scenario and still a great watch for the grown-ups, too.
Quite how a giant snowman melting caused me to tear up, I have no idea, in fact, ahem, I think I just had something in my eye.
Having my flat full of girls and giggling was so fantastic. Seeing London through Miss D's little eyes was so refreshing, and showing Penthouse and Uni Flatmate where I lived made me feel very proud of everything I've achieved.
Then yesterday evening, I went to toast the brilliance of French Boy and wish him Happy Birthday in a local pub. In short, I had a fantastic evening – amongst other things, I learnt how to say Power Shower with a Northern Irish accent.
and I laughed more than I had done in ages.
So today you could say I'm having a very Thankful Monday.
Hope you are, too, peeps.