This weekend, I have

• Stayed up until past 12 on two consecutive nights, thus actually making the most of not having to get up
• Mastered the afore-mentioned reverse round a corner
• Had my hair cut into a style that suits its longer length - it feels so good not to have masses of it falling round my face!
  
• Tried on ball dresses and danced round my room - excitingly, they're all too big except for last year's green one which is good for the self esteem, and I think the addition of the optional straps to the red one will mean I can wear it without it falling off (breast flashing not such a good look...)
  
• Travelled in a bright pink taxi
• Drunk a very strong cocktail and a shot of Sambuca in a bar on Broad Street
• Cut my feet to shreds in my stupid shoes - blood, blisters, the works
• Stayed in bed until 12, which has to be one of the best ways to spend a Sunday morning
  
• Had a late gossipy lunch in The Sausage
• Been back to bed and slept for another hour on Sunday afternoon - bliss
• Drooled over the exceptionally attractive Hugh Grant who was being charming and funny on Top Gear
• Not been depressed!!! Hurrah.