Not a whole heck of a lot, really. I don’t know whether I’ve lost a bit of my appetite for politics, whether I’m a bit bored with it or if I just never knew all that much to begin with. I’m thinking it’s a combination of all three.
So let’s see,
- I celebrated my 28th birthday (scary) and helped my husband celebrate his 29th.
- I’ve been eating far too much.
- One of my friends had a baby named Duncan. He’s got his own blog called A Wee Walton. If you enjoy oooh-ing and awww-ing at babies, that’s the place to go. He is pretty darn cute.
- My friends Dave and Mendy are on their way back after a year travelling the world. I can’t wait.
- Hubby and I are desperate to buy (or as a last resort rent) a house. It’s tough for so many reasons, the economy being just one of them.
- Wales were doing well in the Six Nations and then went and lost to France. Hopes are still alive that we will win the tournament but, unfortunately, not with a Grand Slam where we beat everyone.
- I’ve started running again as the weather has gotten slightly warmer. Except now I have almost constant heel pain that one of the completely useless doctors at my local surgery didn’t do a damn thing about. I’m hoping to enter a charity 5k this summer. Probably a breast cancer one in honour of my mom’s friend Debbie.
Honestly, I think that’s all. Oh wait, that’s right, we got hit by a big red London bus on my birthday! We decided to drive to the Big Easy restaurant in Chelsea rather than taking the Tube. We pulled well up into a very busy intersection only a mile or so from the restaurant and a bus went to make a right-hand (remember they drive on the left here) turn and BLAM smacked/rubbed right into the back of us. The whole car actually went up a bit as he scraped the back of us. The damage sounded and felt a lot worse than it ended up being once we were able to get out. We still made our dinner reservation and insurance will be fixing the damage. But it makes an interesting story, doesn’t it? Oh well, back to the daily grind now.