"...and the clocks were striking thirteen."
This month I forgot to resolve anything in particular, so April has been a bit mixed.
I spent the first weekend in Paris, the second in Amsterdam, the third in deepest Essex, and the fourth in our nation's capital.
I started consistently bringing lunch in from home, or stocking my locker at work with soup. Woo.
I attended the gym each week (although that was more in preparation for next month's challenge...which is now cancelled...plus I didn't actually go this week as I had a tantrum...)
I saw two short plays directed by an old friend. Which were superb and really made me think.
I completed a murder mystery treasure-hunt. That was brilliant actually.
I saw Oppenheimer at the Vaudeville. Which was fantastically wacky and horribly upsetting.
I moved house, though technically that was the end of March...
I ate a couple of Easter Eggs.
Running out of things to write now....sigh...
I'm sorry this is a really dull post! It really wasn't a dull month...
*Quote from George Orwell
