Litter makes me shiver

Helen and I went for tapas on Tuesday (we thoroughly recommend la Tasca on Maiden Street - the tapas were lovely and inspired me to attempt my own patatas bravas last night) and met Bek, her sister Sam and housemate (and Birthday Girl) Rachel for a drink afterwards. It was lovely seeing everyone, especially Helen as we usually only have an annual get-together, but I think this is the third time this year! Unfortunately, the smoky atmosphere aggravated my consumptive cough and I slept for exactly seven minutes so had to take yesterday off work when I really have too much to be getting on with.

I spent the day dozing on the sofa, spending quality time with my great mates Trisha Goddard and Matthew Wright (and he isn't he just?), reading Frankenstein and watching Nuts in May. Later Rachael came home and we enjoyed a night of quality reality programming and I nursed my tetanus bruise.

I saw an analogue diarist on the train this morning. I was tempted to tell him to get a blog, or a life. His writing was so mundane. He really ought to be recording his many ailments and remedies, like I do with my sniffly cold and vaccination record.