Get around round round I get around From town to town Get around round round I get around I'm a real cool head Get around round round I get around I'm makin' real good bread Get around round round I get around I get around Round (I Get Around - The Beach Boys)

The sound of summer.  I wish.  You know when you hear the Beach Boys that you should be wearing your shades and soaking up the sun.  Unfortunately, I am not (but it wont be long). As always enjoy.

Saturday:  Here we are again another Saturday and off I trotted to fat club on my own. Happy with the result and I am doing well.  Back home and the best meal of the week, just for one this week.  I was trying to sum up the energy to go out. A wet, grey, duvet day in London and I was heading west. I am useless these days, I really am.   I had to correct, again, a woman in Marks & Spencer's who obviously thought I should be jolly well married off by now and bestowed

the title of Mrs on me (yes I know again, think how I feel). Needless to say, I put her right in no uncertain terms. Heteronormativity. Assumptions. Sigh. So because of all this, I forgot what I went up there for i.e. a gift voucher and also some Australian Dollars! Grrrrrrrr.  Selfridge's window is starting to take shape and it even felt a bit like Christmas.

Had a terrible headache this evening and found it hard to shift.  Watched A Fish called Wanda.  I did see it when it first come out all those years ago, but had quite forgotten about it.  It was funny. Ended the evening by mixing some tunes on iTunes so at least I will have some music for my travels.

Sunday:  Cold but sunny. Heard from the Kiwi, usual nonsense .... not ready to date, yada, yada, yada. Which means I will bump into him in Wellington. All

good, I had a great evening last Saturday so all is good.  Nipped to the shops, not much this week obviously as not going to be around much.  Then Andy and I went to the pictures to see Murder on the Orient Express ..... the new one obviously.

It was OK, nothing brilliant.  We both did not care for Kenneth Branagh as Poirot. In fact the film seemed to be all about him and not the other 12 characters. It was a shame as the 1974 version, in my opinion, was great. This one wast lost, it all seemed very fragmented. But it wasted away a cold Sunday afternoon in London.

Back home and I had some devastating news. A person I know, well who I kind of collected, had been tragically killed in a car crash in Europe.  Terrible news, she was only 41. It made me feel quite sad to be honest then angry. Life can seem terribly unfair an unjust at times. We are all very fragile and none of us know when it is our time. I think of the years Megan has wasted. Neither of us will get these years back.  It is just a bloody waste.  Early night I think.

As always, with my love x