It was Mum's and Dad's wedding anniversary yesterday - they've stuck together for 27 years now. We went for a drink at the Dun Cow and then back home for a nice meal, during which everyone we know decided to phone us. I can't believe I forgot all about it. I mean, even my brother remembered and gave his card and pressie on Sunday, but it didn't twig that I should be going out in my lunch hour on Monday to buy a card. He also remembered to call first thing in the morning, whereas I went to work completely forgetting about it till I was at work and decided to wait till I got home to say it.
At the end of diner we started watching the program on Chanel 4 about Michael Hutchins from INXS and how he died. I don't know whether I'd prefer for everyone to remember me as the person who committed suicide or the one who died of auto-erotic asphyxiation (I did have to look that up!)
I've got to go dancing tonight. I'm getting a bit tired of it, but part of me wants to carry on just so I can have more trophies on my shelf. It's a good enough reason to dance don't you think? Seeing Steve for a drink tomorrow night and then Friday night we're entertaining the neighbours, Saturday party at Jane's - if I've got enough money to pay for the petrol to get there! I'm glad Rob's getting the train to mine on Saturday, saves me the drive back to Acocks Green before heading down to Bristol. I say down, but it's more down and then across!
I'm getting used to this meeting lark. We had another one today which was actually well chaired and we managed to get lots said. It was about reviewers - the guys and gals who get on our nerves by not sending in their stuff on time and when they do, thier reviews aren't of an excellent quality that we want them to be. This is of course a huge generalisation, cos there are some really excellent reviewers, and hopefully I'll be in touch with some of them soon!
