We had lunch with Abbie from the choir today. It was her birthday and she was bedding down for the day in a beautiful pub in one of the old warehouses they've recently done up at King's Cross station. Sam Becker was there and I ate mushrooms on toast. Abbie has recently started knitting and has already been signed up for Craft and Cake.
There is, of course, very little else to say. I came home and did a bit of composing before admitting defeat and hitting the sofa again. I have no energy. None whatsoever. And to add insult to injury, I'm feeling a bit shivery and achy and worrying that I might wake up with some kind of cold.
Right, back to the DVD of Sarah Millican I got for Christmas...
Friends and family tally this Christmas... 49.