commitment ceremony & grumpy h-ls.

Yet again, haven't been doing much that was interesting. Alexa & Rowan (that's alexa_robinson and rowan_leigh for those who don't know) came round for the weekend. On Friday night, we went to our usual noodle bar in New Malden, because Rowan had never eaten there - and as we were finishing our meal, some sort of Incident was going on outside. By the time we left, there were no fewer than 10 police cars and 3 police vans parked on the street, with a very large number of policemen directing various intoxicated young people away from each other! Not bad for a town that consists of one street, and doesn't even have a police station!

On Saturday we were all supposed to be going to lizw and djm4's commitment ceremony. Rowan felt ill, so decided not to go, and I felt ill enough that I persuaded Alexa to drive rather than take the train. This turned out to be A Mistake. Not only did we get stuck in the most enormous tailback on the A3, we also discovered that High Holborn was closed at one end - and stupidly, there were no signs to tell you of this until it was too late. So we drove round the block twice, before the useless "Diverted Traffic" signs diverted us halfway to the Angel, finally abandoning us altogether. Luckily, Richard and I know our way round Clerkenwell fairly well, and we eventually got to Holborn Circus only 25 minutes late. Which meant we missed the actual commitment ceremony.

( In which h-l behaves like a spoilt brat. )

The only thing worse than insomnia...

...is that special kind of insomnia you get when you're ill - when you feel horrible and achy, and your body wants to keel over and die, but you just can't get to sleep!