Yesterday I had a red-letter day. Did something I thought I'd never have the courage to do. Met some lovely new people. Overcame my shyness at talking to strangers. Finished reading 'The Blessing' by Nancy Mitford. Ended it with a nice glass of red. Thought I'd finally cracked the work projects that have been dominating my life for a couple of weeks.

Today, I had a blue-letter day. Woke up with a headache from too many glasses of red and too much excitement the evening before. Got a cricked neck like a turtle from spending too many hours over a drawing board. Sprayed ink over myself. Made a mistake and had to start a project again. Ran out of wine.

But I feel good - still - just - almost - well, good enough to dance like this


Er, not like James, by the way. More like the woman with the headband behind him.