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Ended up having a really lovely Easter weekend, which I quietly suspect is for the best. Thursday night heralded a large amount of curry, Die Hard and a whole bottle of wine (look, I'm classy) and Friday was a wonderful day of nothingness, split up only by nipping to Walthamstow market for important stuff like potatoes and tulips. Priorities, I has them.

On Saturday, I went to Islington (LOOK AT MY TRENDY SELF) to see Fiona, where after some efforts we found a really great pub that wasn't full of Arsenel fans and proceeded to get sloshed and gossip and chat. She's doing an internship in London for a few months, and given she's staying a few short hops down the Tube it's going to be nice to have a nearby nerdy buddy. It was also really nice, to be honest, to be all Northern and complain about drinks prices whilst, well, continuing to drink. Frank ended up joining us, which was a bit tension making for a while as him and Fiona split up a few months ago, but it wasn't awkward at all. Except for the bit where everyone discussed their motives for killing me.

(A disclaimer, should I die: possibly no one wants to kill me. However, a friend of Richie's who is also becoming my friend too has just been accepted into vicar school [it possibly has another name] and in three years time is going to be an actual ordained Church of England vicar. We realised that with a little social engineering, it is entirely possible to have an Agatha Christie night, as the only profession we're missing in retired army officer. Other than that we have a vicar, a solicitor, a teacher, a few writers... we are covering ALL the genteel professions. Unfortunately it has been decreed that, according to form, I am the one who will die in this scenario. People are a bit worryingly quick to think up their motives, which include 'So I can grow a moustache' and 'Because she knows where the treasure is buried.' I'm DOOMED.)

Anyway, we went back to the place Fiona is staying and watched Doctor Who, which I enjoyed somewhat fuzzily, and got pizza whilst howling indignation at the Voice before watching some of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. A champion evening indeed.

Sunday was Easter, and I made roast lamb! Except! I do not eat lamb! And Richie, it turns out, does not like lamb! From what we can turn out if you like lamb is was a good effort, and a roast dinner always goes down well. PLUS LENT IS OVER so hooray for crisps! Not with roast dinner, obviously.

Monday was an odd day. I've been missing driving to places, but at the same time London is awful to drive in. A look at the map revealed that I am shockingly near the M11 (never had a reason to drive in that direction) so I decided to Go For A Pootle, and ended up going through Epping Forest due to mild lostness before the M11. Then when we did get on the M11, Richie declard we had to go to Cambridge. I was dubious because in my head Cambridge was very far away ("I only wanted to go to B&Q, you know," is something I said more than once) only it turns out that Cambridge is very near, so off we went! Having not been to Cambridge since before I broke up with Simon, it was a bit odd to travel there again, particularly when I managed to drive past Jesus College and was slightly amazed at how it hasn't changed at all. However, it did mean that when we parked I knew how to get places!

IT ALSO meant that I got to see loneraven and Shim, which was awesome! We went for a very late lunch, and talked mostly about mass deaths in the middles ages and weddings. As you do. After a few hours, the sun emerged, and Richie and I had a brief wander around Cambridge, and I slightly mourned that I never got to know the city better, as it's prettier than I remembered. (That said, I am still firm on the feelings I had several years ago, which are basically 'Christ, it's too flat.') HOWEVER! As it turns out I am only a remarkably easy 90 minute drive away, I will be up there more often, surprising Iona on bank holidays.

Now it's the normal working week again, but I feel okay about that. I am less cool about Jonathan Creek right now - let's laugh at trans people and insinuate that a trans woman isn't a real woman! because that's HILARIOUS! or, you know, actually really offensive. I did get the see the end of Lizzie Bennett Diaries which made me a bit weepy, and for that reason I still can't bear to watch theend of Being Human because THAT MEANS IT'S OVER. Seriously, though, other than that I am feeling pretty good with the world. Clearly I needed zombie Jesus weekend more than I realised.

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Ended up having a really lovely Easter weekend, which I quietly suspect is for the best. Thursday night heralded a large amount of curry, Die Hard and a whole bottle of wine (look, I'm classy) and Friday was a wonderful day of nothingness, split up only by nipping to Walthamstow market for important stuff like potatoes and tulips. Priorities, I has them.

On Saturday, I went to Islington (LOOK AT MY TRENDY SELF) to see Fiona, where after some efforts we found a really great pub that wasn't full of Arsenel fans and proceeded to get sloshed and gossip and chat. She's doing an internship in London for a few months, and given she's staying a few short hops down the Tube it's going to be nice to have a nearby nerdy buddy. It was also really nice, to be honest, to be all Northern and complain about drinks prices whilst, well, continuing to drink. Frank ended up joining us, which was a bit tension making for a while as him and Fiona split up a few months ago, but it wasn't awkward at all. Except for the bit where everyone discussed their motives for killing me.

(A disclaimer, should I die: possibly no one wants to kill me. However, a friend of Richie's who is also becoming my friend too has just been accepted into vicar school [it possibly has another name] and in three years time is going to be an actual ordained Church of England vicar. We realised that with a little social engineering, it is entirely possible to have an Agatha Christie night, as the only profession we're missing in retired army officer. Other than that we have a vicar, a solicitor, a teacher, a few writers... we are covering ALL the genteel professions. Unfortunately it has been decreed that, according to form, I am the one who will die in this scenario. People are a bit worryingly quick to think up their motives, which include 'So I can grow a moustache' and 'Because she knows where the treasure is buried.' I'm DOOMED.)

Anyway, we went back to the place Fiona is staying and watched Doctor Who, which I enjoyed somewhat fuzzily, and got pizza whilst howling indignation at the Voice before watching some of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. A champion evening indeed.

Sunday was Easter, and I made roast lamb! Except! I do not eat lamb! And Richie, it turns out, does not like lamb! From what we can turn out if you like lamb is was a good effort, and a roast dinner always goes down well. PLUS LENT IS OVER so hooray for crisps! Not with roast dinner, obviously.

Monday was an odd day. I've been missing driving to places, but at the same time London is awful to drive in. A look at the map revealed that I am shockingly near the M11 (never had a reason to drive in that direction) so I decided to Go For A Pootle, and ended up going through Epping Forest due to mild lostness before the M11. Then when we did get on the M11, Richie declard we had to go to Cambridge. I was dubious because in my head Cambridge was very far away ("I only wanted to go to B&Q, you know," is something I said more than once) only it turns out that Cambridge is very near, so off we went! Having not been to Cambridge since before I broke up with Simon, it was a bit odd to travel there again, particularly when I managed to drive past Jesus College and was slightly amazed at how it hasn't changed at all. However, it did mean that when we parked I knew how to get places!

IT ALSO meant that I got to see loneraven and Shim, which was awesome! We went for a very late lunch, and talked mostly about mass deaths in the middles ages and weddings. As you do. After a few hours, the sun emerged, and Richie and I had a brief wander around Cambridge, and I slightly mourned that I never got to know the city better, as it's prettier than I remembered. (That said, I am still firm on the feelings I had several years ago, which are basically 'Christ, it's too flat.') HOWEVER! As it turns out I am only a remarkably easy 90 minute drive away, I will be up there more often, surprising Iona on bank holidays.

Now it's the normal working week again, but I feel okay about that. I am less cool about Jonathan Creek right now - let's laugh at trans people and insinuate that a trans woman isn't a real woman! because that's HILARIOUS! or, you know, really offensive. I did get the see the end of Lizzie Bennett Diaries which made me a bit weepy, and for that reason I still can't bear to watch theend of Being Human because THAT MEANS IT'S OVER. Seriously, though, other than that I am feeling pretty good with the world. Clearly I needed zombie Jesus weekend more than I realised.