Extreme living

What a weekend. Friday night I went to a fantastic party with some wonderful people and it was joyous. Saturday day I was hungover and Grania and I went to King's Cross to take photos for a competition thing and I could write reams about it. Saturday night I slept. Sunday morning, Kate and I braved the rain and did the second part of the Capital Ring walk, from Hackney Wick to... I dunno. Somewhere five miles further south east. And then yesterday afternoon I went to Waterloo to meet a boy, a boy I've not really mentioned on here because I truly, properly like him and I didn't want to jinx it. Turns out that mentioning it on here isn't the only way to jinx something.