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Last week was a cracking week, all things told. The weekend before had been a bit of a disaster, with my attempt to finish the couch to 5km resulting in a dreadfully sore ripped muscle instead. This didn't make me feel too magnificent, given that I spent all on Monday flailing desperately about the WIN summit, which I was trying to finish off organising. Still, I woke up ridiculously early on Tuesday and trundled over to where the event was being held.

By some miracle, the day went okay. I powered through, kept my awkwardness hidden for a day, did all the things I needed to do, met some interesting people, and overall went well. The best thing is that my manager has now gone COMPLETELY NUTS on diversity and is cheerfully changing our contracts and generally good stuff. The organising committee went out for a meal afterwards, which we even managed to have covered in our costs, so that was a bonus.

Despite having gone through an eighteen hour day, I woke up on Wednesday morning and had a bash at finishing the Couch to 5km and to my astonishment I finished it! I know, I'm as surprised as you. But it meant I strolled in to work on Wednesday morning, where my manager looked astonished that I had turned up. "Oh, E!" I trilled. "I have already run a 5k this morning!"

YEAH, I'M AMAZING.

(We won't talk about about 2pm that day where I stared at the crawl space next to the photocopier and pondered how long it would be if I napped in there before anyone missed me.)

On the Thursday, Richie and I went to Party Like It's 1669, a night event at the Maritime Museum in Greenwich themed around their new Samuel Pepys exhibit. I had already told Richie that offering to take me was already the most romantic thing he had ever done, let alone us actually GOING. The night was brilliant. The exhibit itself, although nothing new for me, was pretty good. They had the actual dagger from the Popish Plot! The evening event was good fun too; they had a rum talk with samples, which was unexpectedly dangerous. DID YOU KNOW THAT NAVY RUM IS 54.5% PROOF?! I found that out after my second shot. Whoops. A series of comedians read from their childhood diaries, which was really good fun, and then we took part in a Pepys quiz. We won. And by 'we' I mean 'me'. I feel this makes me OFFICIALLY the greatest Pepys scholar in, at a minimum, London.

I was very, very tired by Friday though. At one point in the afternoon I was having a go at wiping make up off from under my eyes and then realised that was just the colour of my face.

But! On Friday night Katie arrived! Four years at university we lived together and it still feels rubbish that we live on opposite ends of the country to each other. Now Katie is the proud mother of two (TWO!) beautiful girls under four then obviously she is QUITE BUSY a lot of the time but this weekend she came down to London, minus said adorable children. It was a bloody awesome weekend, frankly. On Saturday we wandered around Borough Market and down the South Bank for a Christmas fair and more general trundled around London. It was loads of fun, we put the world to right and got a bit sweary and ate Mexican food and generally just had a lovely day. On Sunday we went shopping and basically did the same all other, albeit with less drinking!

When she left on Sunday night I was a little sad that my awesome week was over, partly because I know that this week is going to be really hard work, although I am a little overjoyed to get some extra sleep this week. Until the weekend, when I'm up in Glasgow for Ann's hen do. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.