The week started in Norwich with friends to see Vintage Trouble. Best gig ever. If you’ve never seen this band take a look at this video.
I eventually did the thing I’ve been wanting to do but was trying to justify the expense. I joined the gym. I survived the induction where I was shown around by Tom who measured and weighed me then told me I’m seriously dehydrated and need to drink 2-3 litres of water a day. He looked at me like I was a child when I asked if the flavoured fizzy stuff counted. I’m gonna feel like I’m drowning.
We started watching The Blacklist. It’s one of those just-the-one- more-episode and before you know it it’s 2am.
After that it all just kind of went to shit. Mr and I seem to have the plague. Or the black death. Or something. I’ve worked off and on and so has he but today it beat us and we didn’t get up until 3pm. I haven't bought any Easter Eggs, or actually anything to eat for Easter lunch. On the plus side maybe we’ll have to go out for eats.