Long day. Biked this morning, then sat all day, editing.
Went to sing with the choir this evening, and at various points felt something like a singing Sontaran, especially when, after the concert was done, d turned, smiling, to me and said
"I need to give you sitting down lessons. When you sit with the choir blazer on, the shoulders of the blazer kinda go up around your ears. Looks...kinda dorky..."
And that wasn't even taking into account that we did a chunk of the recital wearing Santa hats. Yep - I was a singing Sontaran in a Santa hat. Who-geeks, just call me Strax...
We went from the chapel where we did the recital to dinner. We tried a local cheap place called the Dragonfly.
"Sorry," said the unsorriest barmaid on the planet. "We've got no free tables. Like...at all. Christmas parties, innit?"
So we went to overpriced fauxtalian joint, Frankie and Benny's. Waited a couple of minutes to get a table. Then waited for about 20 minutes, perusing menus and dying of thirst. Then we thought "Fuck it, life's too short," and left.
It was starting to rain, and, not to torture a metaphor, but we were starting to get a distinctly "Joseph and Mary" vibe. We shrugged.
"Nandos?" said d. Sure, I agreed. What can go wrong with simple chicken?
"The management would like to apologise for the current shortage of chicken at this Nando's Chicken Restaurant..." said the sign on the door.
Any questions?
Weigh-in tomorrow. Feel huge and Sontaran and blech, but have to be philosophical (again!) and consider that I've started biking again just this week. Tomorrow's result is basically where the numbers start from - after this, they go down again. No, really, they do - the great thing about being a Sontaran is that you can hijack a Time Lord and peep ahead at your story. Gets better from here, honest...
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