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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

As it turns out, there is such a thing as a free lunch, but it's served on plates so small, the only square meal you can fit on it is an After Eight mint. I had to go back for seconds. Twice. Which is technically thirds. They'd also dipped the sausages in honey, although personally I quite liked that.

Anyhoo, I've spent today tackling a mountain of subjects at the K2 leisure centre, and listening to ophthalmologists, diabetologists, and the only physician in Sussex. If he leaves, we're in big trouble. They put us in the room next door to the swimming pool, so when someone said we all need to change, I panicked slightly and looked for my towel.

But that aside, it was an interesting day. They had a 12-metre climbing wall which made Mount Amelie look like a hillock, but frankly it was nothing compared to the tower of sandwiches I had on my saucer-sized plate. Sadly, our lunch break was less than half an hour, so I only had time to tackle one of them. I went with the latter. It seemed like more of a challenge.

I stopped off on the way home to visit Stefan & Andrew's kittens, who have grown into strapping young cats since I saw them a week and a half ago, after which I picked up Amelie from nursery, took her to Lidl for an argument, and got home later than if I'd been at work.

Fortunately I was greeted by some fantastic news, courtesy of The Daily Mirror...

My hair has never looked so good.