I thought I was supposed to relax now?!*!

So much for winding down, there's so much work to do I'm working harder now than I ever did when it made a difference to my career prospects! Guess I've gone into Completer-Finisher mode, had to happen someday! I tried to lay out what I need for Egypt last night, it's not easy knowing you are going somewhere very hot, but also possibly very cold, as we will be camping in the desert for a few nights and it can get dam't cold apparently. hmmm, wooly hat? check! Factor 30? check? thermals? check! Bikini? Check! (actually that last one's a lie - haven't worn a bikini since I was 12 and, even with my new found confidence I have no intention of displaying my layers of flab to the world - even if it does consist of camels.)
As I tried to cram far too much stuff into my rucksack I (once again) pondered the logic of going on holiday to a place that you know will probably give you diahorrea and vomiting... guess it'll be worth it in the end but as you pack the Dioralyte and Piriton you have to wonder at those who are content with a weekend at Butlins Minehead and consider who is the idiot.

So anyway, it was a good weekend of film (Meet the Fockers - good solid fun), shopping (shorts and drugs - as above), drinking and rugby (Mad and I discovered the delights of the vodka chocolate mud-type drink, mmm, alcoholic nesquick, yum!), got drunk, got girlie, got emotional, got sorted by Mad in toilets, got home, got pizza, passed out by 10pm. rock on... (we did start at 4pm).

Sunday I did sod all.