Soppy romantic

Have finally been to see the new Pride and Prejudice film. I thought it was lovely. Very English and lovely and nice. And oh how I want a Mr Darcy to love me too. I am such an old soppy romantic it made me cry at the end. And much as Keira Knightly and Matthew McFadden previously annoyed me with their poutiness, they were both very good. Especially Matthew McFadden. He's just so manly!

FRUSTRATING

I am really annoyed with myself today. I'm even annoying myself now. I am sooo unproductive at work at the moment. I need to be physically banned from looking at or writing emails. And I need to just sort out my work. I have had too many bad days of NOTHING. It is getting really bad now. I just can't seem to help it. I am so easily distracted it is untrue.

On another note, but still on work avoidance, one of my colleagues sent me this link to and article about the 50th anniversary of the World Press Photo Foundation's annual photo competition. The photos and the stories behind the photos made me cry. I am so stupidly emotional sometimes. My mum told me a story the other day about when I was about 18-months old and watching a programme about these little monkeys in a house and there was one little monkey left all by itself, and apparently she came in the room and I was sitting there with tears streaming down my face! Obviously a very empathetic child.

Rubbiiiish

I went bowling tonight and I was rubbish rubbish rubbish. I hate being rubbish. My friend was really good. She got three strikes in a row in the third game. Huh.

Was much better at archery at last week. I am currently the bestest in my beginner group by a long way, so that's cool. The plan is working thus far...

Here's a pic, just to spice up the postings a bit. It's one of my favourite places, Holkham beach on the north Norfolk coast.

Ok, so that's not Holkham. I couldn't find the photo I wanted of Holkham. This is a volcano in Washington state in America and I can't remember its name right now because my brain is frazzled. Answers on a postcard please...

Beetroot face

I haven't done as much exercise as I did this evening in a very long time, and actually, it was great! It was the first session of the winter training programme at the rowing club, and I was kind of dreading it cos I know how unfit I am. But actually, relatively speaking (i.e. compared to everyone else) I wasn't too bad at all. We had to do 15 minutes on the ergo (rowing machine), then a 20 minute run (am not sure I actually did 20 minutes, didn't have a watch) and then another 15 minutes on the ergo. My face was like a beetroot by the end, and nice and sweaty. Lovely. And then, to undo all that good, I came home and ate a chocolate Gu (with two little dots over the 'u') souffle pudding with lots of double cream and it was really really nice.

On Thursday it's circuits. I'm DREADING it. I hate circuits (lots of different exercises, a lot and really hard). I may not live to tell the tale...