The rain is making all the flowers in the garden look sad. Amy and I were going to have a look at the Taste of Spain thing going on in Regent Street today. But we decided against it. She will be making squirrel cakes for the orphans she found near her house. I said they were vermin, she is going to look after them anyway. I am to watch Prison Break because I love it too much. It was the only thing that kept me from going crazy when I was really convalescing.

I've not been too good at getting to where I've wanted to be this week. There was another recording of The Wall, also I was planning to go to Oxford and Brighton. But it never happened. I did go into the new school to assess some of the children for the assistant head. 9am - 2pm and then to the Wombats gig at the Royal Albert Hall. I could have died. We had stall seats but people were standing. I managed to stand for about 3 songs, then I fell asleep (!) and then everyone went a bit mad and stood on their seats. Security were well panicked, then gave up. I felt bad for desecrating such a lovely place.

Yesterday we went to the pilot recording of In My Country with Omid Djalili and Stephen K Amos. A new sitcom about immigrants who live together and the hilarity which inevitably ensues. I really enjoyed it actually. It's not something I would have ever tuned into but I liked it. I expected there to be a guy holding cards saying 'laugh big style' or 'clap loudly' etc, but we were trusted to perform of our own accord.

On the bus home, a punk peed himself and his lady friend asked me if I had a tissue. I told her to keep the whole pack. Another lady stepped in the pee even after I screamed, "Don't step in the pee!!" It was disgusting.I quite like documenting good stuff. It is enjoyable to me. So, on a similar vein, I am going to purchase a camcorder and record my whole life. I will! I don't actually know what it entails, in terms of editing and all that, so I may change my mind. But I want to. It will be fun. So there.

And, lastly, I finally finished Book of Lost Things. It was so action packed! I've started the Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood but I don't really like the way it is written. I am only on chapter 2, though.

My first ever apple pie was very tasty. I'll cut the apples smaller next time, but it was nice. After many, many years I like cooked fruit. Well, apples at least. I may make a blueberry pie next. Or a swiss roll, because they look too easy and I have never really had a nice one.I have a rather large noise headache.

Yesterday I went to Delays at Koko. They were very good. My first real gig. It was loud. Claire, Scarlet and Amanda (friend, girlfriend, manager - I am totally in) danced alot. I merely nodded my head. I asked Colin for me to buy the album and he said they didn't have any there, which is just madness. I shouted a bit, so he is going to give me one for free. I told him I wanted it to be signed to match my poster. It is the only poster in my room. I hope he feels honoured. We stayed for Club NME rubbish. I got home at 3am.

Watched What Happens In Vegas. The beginning made me feel I'd taken LSD. It was alright. Then Speedracer. We left, don't see it! And Doomsday which was very dramatic and made me laugh. A bit out of fear and, also, because it was quite ridiculous. The lead actress would give Angelina Jolie a run for her money. She had wicked skills. Finally, Shutter. I left after the girl was run over. About five minutes into the movie. Too scared. Oh, and Charlie Bartlett. I do watch a lot of movies, don't I? The ticket guy said that he didn't need to tell me where the screen was. I was momentarily offended before I realised he had a point.

On Monday, Amy and I walked her dogs to Tooting Park for a picnic. A big wolf wanted Treacle's ass and Tiger rolled about in cous cous. I didn't have my camera because we had tickets to the recording of the Album Chart Show and Koko security are buggers. We didn't actually get in, instead of queuing (this is not in my repertoire) we watched a drunk lady bother people. The Zutons were playing. I do not like The Zutons.

I had my first gastro appointment at the hospital on Tuesday. I was there for about five hours. I've been put on 6 tablets. I didn't want to but it's only for about six months. It was all very curious. There was a suited woman who I wasn't introduced to, my doctor talked for a while and then told me and the nurse to leave. It was twenty minutes before I went back in. After that I had to talk to a research doctor. I had another blood test because I keep losing energy really quickly. I'm jumping around one minute and then on the floor the next. It's probably my B levels. My next appointment is June 3rd.

I went to have lunch with two friends from the old school and inevitably bumped into some old colleagues. They all say I'm lucky to be having such free time. After about the fifth person, I was going to shout, "Well, you can have my insides if you want!" I was very good and didn't. I saw some of the evil bitches (sorry) and they weren't too happy with the interest I was generating. Keep that face up and you'll get wrinkles, you tarts. Heh.

These came through the post:



I must have requested them. I'll be at Claire's birthday and Prague, so if anyone wants them or knows someone?

My cat has shunned her rather expensive bed for an Ikea blanket and cardboard box.



I'm going to go to bed now.

I have been listening to alot of the Xfm breakfast show podcasts. It is funny. And watching all the Die Hard movies back to back. Friday, Amy and I went to Greenwich Park because I do not actually think I've ever been there in my entire life. It involved a lot of walking and my feet fell off. We couldn't see the deer. The Royal Observatory is interesting but the general park is ten times better. Amy was well bad and took illegal pictures. We had delicious pack lunches and Amy tried to steal dogs. There were a few annoying children trying to roll down the steepest hill I have ever seen and their educator didn't even care. At the boating lake, Christian (Jane's brother (Ian's wife) in Eastenders) was there with his husband. Eastenders really doesn't do him any justice. He is like a greek god! He kept trying to get his dog, Tilly, to swim which ended with him covered in duck water. I'm not a stalker, he just wasn't very private. We went to see what happened to Cutty Sark, but walked the wrong way and gave up.

After the longest journey known to man, we watched Made Of Honour which is CRAP. Amy fell asleep.After much dithering, I'm going to Prague on June 8th. By myself.

They are learning about the sea at my mother's preschool, so I have been arting it up. I am a big burke. My hospital appointment wasn't yesterday. It was Tuesday. Whoopsies. It only takes a simple bank holiday to throw me into complete confusion. I defrosted the meat freezer instead. And baked some more. I shall stop for a while as everyone is getting large. I do plan to bake some sort of pie next week. My grandparents used to own a bakery and I loved eating the crust of the apple pies that they brought home. I never actually ate the apple because cooked fruit is generally quite strange to me. I've been craving one.My belly was hurting today. I woke up at 7am and then went back to bed feeling very sorry for myself. I got up again at 1pm (this is shocking) and decided to stop being so dramatic. Had paracetamol and cleaned my kitchen floor with a rag on my hands and knees. Had some toast and then danced to the new Young Knives song which I love alot. These have been going around in the baking realm of the internet for a while now, and I decided to make some. They are a bit mad. I made these for my mother's children and apparently they loved it. One boy finished his and went to my mother with his empty tissue and said that his cake was lost.

I do get quite obsessed with things sometimes. I totally did not cheat on these and made them myself. They are raspberry inbedded (I like this word, even though it shouldn't explain food) vanilla cupcakes with strawberry icing. Or chocolate because I ran out of icing sugar. They are nice.The chocolate hearts are a bit melted because it is so damn hot. I am wearing a vest. I didn't even think I owned a vest!Tomorrow I have to go to the hospital. The doctor may say that I have to stay at home and make cupcakes for the rest of my life. Whilst listening to Paramore.

Don King! He went to the football match as well. It was all a bit mad with a papparazzi guy and I think we're in a few of his pictures, which is just embarassing as we were only innocent bystanders. Loads of people kept asking him to pose for them and he was very gracious. I wasn't bold enough, so Amy took this picture. He was carrying an American flag and a cigar.

Then Pete from Xfm was there and walked straight past and didn't even see him.



It was the last game of the season, against Everton and it was pretty unspectacular. Afterwards they walked around the pitch to thank the fans. We saw a midgit in the crowd and I'm sure she was flirting with the mascot (who I hate and try to hide from) and she was on camera and everything.

Then we went shopping for baking goods. This morning I have made more cupcakes and some biscuits. I'm trying to get my hands ready because I am making mussels for our starter tonight and I'm scared I'll kill everyone.



My mother doesn't really like icing. I tried, not so successfully, some other ways.



Letter shapes which I will have alot of fun with.



Giant snake which is for our afters.

My collection of apple saplings. Today was so nice that my mother and I did the gardening. Well, I planted some more things while she dug her life away. Also, our lawnmower broke after she only cut half the grass. Our neighbours will surely mock us. I planted rocket, french beans, cauliflower, carrots, forget-me-nots, sunflowers and some herbs.



I made mini doughnuts. They were very fun to decorate. I forgot to oil the machine sometimes, so we had doughnut fondue with all the broken pieces. Chocolate, honey and sugar.



Amy won tickets to The Enemy's charity gig at Bloomsbury Ballroom on Wednesday. She had tickets to the Chelsea V Liverpool (was it Liverpool?) match so I was going to go with Claire. Before the gig, we went to a pub with someone from her work called Patrick. I had orange juice, apple juice, then cranberry juice. The other two had alcohol. Considering the amount of drink, they were pretty respectable. We also had something to eat and tried to find a Brian. At around nine, it became obvious that we were not going to the gig. We gave our tickets and my wicked map to a random couple who went instead. About half an hour later the barman presented us with shots of tequilla that the couple bought us. I didn't want mine and neither did Claire. So Patrick amused us with a Tequilla Suicide.

My knowledge of drinking games is shockingly bad, I was quite intrigued. He snorted salt, put lemon in his eye and drank the tequilla. I cracked up while he proceeded to spasm. I was then informed of a Tequilla Kamikaze. It involves salt in your ear, snorting lemon and putting the tequilla in your eye. Patrick was not so keen on doing that one. So with the second shot, he made his own version of the Suicide. I can't recall what he did with the third shot. We stayed until closing time and had quite a lot of fun. I slept on the bus all the way home.

I had a nice curry with two nice people on Thursday. Amy, my sister and I went to Nokia Green Room yesterday. Kelly Rowland looked like a puppet and she put her leather crotch in Amy's face. Ashlee Simpson sounded rubbish and we couldn't even hear the guitarist. His trousers kept falling down, so he wasn't even pleasant to look at. My sister said Ashlee looked like she shops in Primark. Which is sad because her clothes probably cost my life. Pete Wenzethyadhg was there because he has attachment issues. Late Of The Pier also played and I liked them a lot! And Guillemots, who caused me temporary paralysis from their monotony. After the show, Amy and I went to watch In Bruges (totally great!) and Iron Man where I stuffed my face with fruit and burped alot.

Tomorrow we are going to the Arsenal match and I am going to make a tuna sandwich to take with me.