"If this is living, how come I never feel alive?"

Barring unforseen emergencies, I am no longer a vagrant and should be moving, hmm, as many of my worldly possessions as I need for a month (and can carry) into a lovely little flat in Kennington. The place with the piano fell through and the Auberge Espagnole place was nice, but a bit far away from my comfort zone (friends, places I know, train to Wokingham)... maybe in future... But the place I'm meant to be moving into is very pretty and in a superb location, so yay for that. Am terrified I'm jinxing it now!!

This week has been more sedate than last, in a good way and a bad way. I went to intermediate/advanced yoga on Tuesday, and it was inspiring to see people doing fabulouly bendy things, but a wee bit intermediate for me to keep up with. I also ache... I've never ached after yoga before... And there were men doing yoga... duly added to my list of 'things you see in London that you don't see in Wokingham'.

Yesterday I went and played at beekeeping. Due to an administrative cock-up (whose, we aren't sure) Sarah wasn't on the list and very disappointingly couldn't go, so I was on my own... but that notwithstanding bees are VERY COOL. I want some (but not imminently... a) I wouldn't be very good at looking after them yet, and b) it would probably alarm my new housemates if I turned up with a beehive). I won't bore you with boring bee facts, of which I know many, but it was amazing seeing the hive. Just the sheer quantity of bees!! They're fascinating creatures! We also tasted lots of different kinds of honey... Like with wine, I could kind of taste that they were all different, but was unable to describe how...

My new flat is near the bee place.

And today was promised to be stressful but was actually kind of okay. I'd asked Nik to send me a dictaphone which I Really Really Needed for the work event I was going to, but, typically, the postman delivered it while I was in the shower, so I had to trek to Brixton to pick it up today. This involved borrowing Liv's driving licence, in case they wouldn't accept my proof of ID as it wasn't my house, and getting there obscenely early so that if it all went tits-up I'd have time to leg it to work (or to Liv's work) and borrow a dictaphone. This meant I had an enormous hiatus between picking it up and the actual start of the meeting, so I took a bus into central London and did a bit of shopping. Bought a cafetiere for Liv and Sarah as a thank-you present in the wonderful Algerian coffee house which I'd never have discovered if it hadn't been for Thomas, and also some henna. I let the man in Lush talk me into buying the 'rouge' rather than the 'marron'. I sputtered something like, 'Doesn't it say "For shiny, bright, orange-red hair"?' to which he replied, 'Yes, but your hair is so dark it'll probably just go a little bit redder. The 'marron' won't really show up on you at all.'

Hmmmm. Watch this space, people.

And the meeting was fine, and very short.

My friend's hen party is this weekend, which promises to be fun, if a lot less demure than Mairi's... Tomorrow night is a sleepover, which is a fantastic idea, and for Saturday I have to somehow concoct a St Trinian's themed fancy dress outfit. Suggestions? There will also be cocktails, badges and probably penis-shaped tat. (I am sort of anxious about it... I don't know any of her other friends and what if I betray my snobbish distaste for fancy dres and penis-shaped things?)

But in the meantime I have a work-related day trip to Swansea, which involves getting up at some ungodly hour tomorrow morning. Groan.