Sunday come down

Think I'm all partied out. Have a dinner invitation at Daisie's to get through yet, followed by the next screening held at Frank and Cazza's film club. Briefly attended the Acorn staff Xmas gathering do – didn't make the meal, but had a chat – too tired to do very much at all. Thought a swim might perk me up so went and did my statutory laps, 70 in all, but seemed to have the opposite effect. Can barely move my arms, and am totally shagged now, ready to crawl off to bed. A real effort to drive Lucy up to the disco party she was invited to; such an effort to change gears/turn the steering wheel.

I blame the cake – Ed's super special birthday cake which was totally spacey. Still in recovery mode now I think, having been vacant all day long. Hate being so incompetent, should leave well alone really. Just didn't want to be left behind. Kind of put a little dampener on the party proceedings though last night, as everyone seemed to take a dip in energy. The most we managed was a short flurry of wall climbing/corridor negotiating. Exhausting past time. Got cajoled into participating in a mad drinking game, and marvelled at the firework display. But given that we had the run of this groovy castle, it was surprisingly lack-lustre, and we all had a relatively early night. Damn shame. Cool to sleep over in such a fab building though!