The 5th & 6th; I am so jealous.
The 5th of November. In feeling decent enough to go to Death Cab tonight. I won't be able to sing along, but I can live with that.
I had a Zopiclone which certainly helped my sleep, although I was a little bit groggy this morning. Worth it for uninterrupted sleep though. I wrote up a blog post and worked on a prototype for a mitten for Luna. I'm still not happy though - it's too big for a one year old so I've got one more idea but at this rate I might just make some for her to grow into.
Oasis had some dresses that I thought might work for Christmas so we had a quick trip into town so I could try them on. I took three into the changing room and had to get one in a bigger size (it seems I can't breathe in an 8 with no give), but chose one. However, by the till I saw another one that I thought would be good so I bought that too and I will try it on here. Before going home, we went into Selfridges because Starbucks are doing red cups and I have missed peppermint mochas. I have no self-control.
Upon our return, I went to see the kittens, and have been sitting, scratching their bellies until now. I've just seen a piece on the news about a girl with leukaemia who's gone into remission with gene editing, and I am so jealous. I know it's experimental and who knows what might still happen, but I am so jealous. I know I can't think like this, but if only.
The 6th of November.
I am in a place in Wales where everything is proudly local except for, apparently, the soap, which is Scottish.
Death Cab were so good last night; I'm so pleased I decided to go. The only other people on the entire balcony were a couple but I was able to go into the area basically just above the stage so I probably had the best view. I will never not be obsessed with Been Gibbard's dancing. Zooey was a fool. He sang Passenger Seat with just piano and it was so stunning, I never realised what a lovely love song it is. Plus I Will Follow You Into The Dark, Transatlanticism and What Sarah Said. My favourites forever.
This morning just involved sorting out the stuff to bring to Wales, and this afternoon has been driving. By the time we arrived, it was dark, and despite it only just being six o'clock, I was very sleepy. A very nervous chap called Aled showed us to our rooms, and at half past we were back down for dinner. I had a frankly enormous steak and so couldn't fit in a pudding, but I do have the free shortbread biscuits so all's well that ends well.