I came to London yesterday morning, spent the day reading articles and papers, and slept at my brother's (after eating sushi, pasta and blueberries and watching Bridget Jones' diary and a quarter of Pearl Harbour, which really is as bad as I remembered it).
Today i'm still in Lndon, reading papers and whatnot. Tonight I'll be back in Oxford drinking with the usual people and skinny M, whom I haven't seen in ages. So I'm very excited about that! Also because I'm getting withdrawal symptoms from Wolfson after just one day. It's crazy.
Tomorrow (it seems) I'll be moving into my flat, a whole three days early!!! Which is indeed even more exciting!!! I can't wait, all of my clothes in one wardrobe, all of my books, my rugs, my cushions and throws, postcards, and most of all, OUR place.
Thursday is my birthday, which will be celebrated fairly quietly. Have to decide on something to do during the day, but I already know the (by then live-in) boyfriend will take me out for dinner, and I want to end the evening in the bar drinking with my friends.
Friday will be a quiet day.
Saturday will be my garden party, so I need to buy and prepare food, prepare booze (Pimm's!), set up tables, buy flowers and decorations... And then celebrate this summer in style after two months of non-summer. Sophie is coming to visit, and my parents, and Charlotte, so I'll be seeing lots of people I miss quite a bit. I will also be bopping all night, with our Summer of Love Bop (and if they don't play Summer of '69 I'll be pissed off... Because I'm a geek).
On Sunday I will be buying plants and things for my flat with my parents.
And then it's back to London and it starts all over again...