…went to the cinema for the first time in weeks and weeks.  I thought Brave was delightful – have you seen it?  I now want spiralling, flaming red hair, like, badly.

…finished reading The Red House by Mark Haddon (as I’ve found myself saying repeatedly over the past few weeks, “he’s the guy that wrote “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time””) for book group, went to book group and spent the whole time gossiping about boys instead.  The book was still worth reading though.

…cycled from Edinburgh to North Berwick with my friend on a sunny Sunday.  There were scones, a picnic and only one wrong turn!

…went to a barbecue.

…ate lots of veggie lasagne.

…met up with various friends for various activities, mostly revolving around eating, drinking and watching Fringe shows.

…slept until lunchtime on Saturday, sat around drinking coffee until mid-afternoon on Saturday and then felt incredibly guilty at my slothful behaviour and went to the gym.

Finally, last week I really enjoyed and related to this post about blogging, which got me thinking.  My relationship with my blog, rather like my relationship with myself, has changed a lot over the past few months.  I write less these days, there’s no denying it.  But instead of writing about things I want to do, I’m finding myself actually doing more of those things, which I can in no way see as a bad thing.  I also haven’t looked at a single statistic, traffic source or subscription tally for MONTHS – I can’t even remember how to get into Google Analytics!  But you know what?  I’m a thousand times the more contented blogger for that.  In fact, this is the way it should have been for me all along.

If I could have a busy, interesting blog and a busy, interesting life at the same time I totally would.  Some bloggers manage that – how I don’t know, but they do – and they are only to be applauded.  I, however, am but a mere mortal with a full time job and a career trajectory to ponder, an addiction to crochet and twelve thousand to-do/see/read/experience-in-some-way-before-I-die lists.  And as much as it does sadden me to watch my blog being strapped into the back seat, in the contest between the two, the busy, interesting life and the twelve thousand lists completely win out.  If someone asks me to go and do something fun with them, I’ll happily postpone writing a blog post for it.  Happily.  Which does not for a second mean that I don’t care if anyone is reading this.  If you are reading this, let me say that I am DELIGHTED that you’re here.   And please do stay a while if you feel inclined.  And please have some tea.

Anyway, enough of that deep and meaningful nonsense.  What did you do last week?

Image above from here.