Mixing and Mingling

On a Saturday night ;-) 

It rained- of course it did, it's the weekend, right?!

Miserable day, and I stayed in for most of it, nipping out just to get my nails done. 

In the evening I went to a mixer party for a group I belong too. It was a bit spontaneous, and I suspected it wouldn't be a great night. Whilst the venue wasn't great, I did meet a few new people, and a friend introduced me to a Canadian guy who was great company. We chatted for ages, and having pledged to leave earlier, I ended up having another drink and staying on quite late. 

My friend G and I got to talking, and I told her a little bit about how I'm feeling. She suggested sending T a message, but I won't, there's no point. I was a little bit drunk by this point, so in a way it was good to drown my sorrows in a few drinks. The Canadian guy cheered me up though! 

I got myself back to Liverpool Street via a much shorter route, and then changed at Bank. Where the escalator was broken, leaving everybody with no choice but to walk up. Holy shit they are huge when they aren't moving! I think the low point of the evening was having to do it in thirds, stopping and telling people to go past me. My legs hurt, I couldn't breathe, and as I neared the top, the TFL guy actually asked me if I was ok.... It's pretty bad, as I don't think I'm that unfit, but I am anaemic, and I think I need to take some supplements asap.

Slow train home, which was jam packed but I did get a seat at least. I put my key in the door at not much before 1am, and Little B tippy-toed down the stairs to greet me in the dark. He napped in his dog bed whilst I got ready for bed, and then I had to carry him and put him in the big bed.