Sweet relief

Since last we spoke, dear readers, your heroine has
i) been to the printer's, the post office and the coffee shop to collect, despatch and celebrate the departure of the Thesis That Ate My Life in the proper fashion
ii) continued to celebrate the departure of the Thesis That Ate My Life in the proper fashion with a party filled with food and laughing and chatter and kids running around jumping on the trampoline and playing with lego. Possibly a few sherbies were consumed by those of appropriate vintage. I admit nothing.
iii) changed none of her recent exercise habits.

We are off to Melbourne on Wednesday for a flying visit to the paediatric dermatologist (for the Nodster, poor little thing) and also the sports physician (gulp) at which possibilities for the future will no doubt become more clear.

More anon, bradypodidae!