I slept late – it’s a holiday, after all. Bek and John were working so I was on my own. I was going to go into town but the public transport in Belvoir Park (pronounced Beaver Park, would you believe) is unreliable at best and I didn’t really feel like catching a cab. So I mucked around on my computer for a while, then went for a walk in the gorgeous Belvoir Park forest. After getting over my initial feelings of trepidation (‘Woman, 32, last seen walking into forest’) I quite enjoyed the quiet and solitude.
But, of course, the main thing that Monday was for was seeing Bjork! Finally! I was trying not to be too excited about it because last time she cancelled and I was very disappointed. But as the time drew near, I couldn’t help it. I got ready and Bek and John raced around after work to get ready and we shovelled down some Chinese food (which I promptly threw up, but you don’t need to know about that…suffice it to say, there wasn’t much point in getting ready early because I had to get changed again) and then we were off. Bek had to do John’s hair in the car, and you can see that I might be a little excited: