Last week I went home to Yorkshire to see my Mum (and briefly saw my brother for about three seconds. Charming.) so had a nice long weekend with extra days in bed. This came in useful as I had yet another damn cold. It’s like my body knows when I’m going home and thinks ‘Aha! Perfect time to be poorly!’ Stupid thing. Mum had made rock cakes though, which is pretty impressive when you consider how crap she is at baking (oh look, I had a cold then too). But they were really good! And she made ones without raisins in, just for me. I have the recipe and will have a go at making them too. If they are Mum-proof I should be ok.
On Monday I went to Cheer Fit again, and it was still excellent fun. We practised the C’est La Vie cheer again, and started a new one to Alexandra Burke’s Broken Heels song. I don’t really like her or that song, but it went well enough with the moves.
And while I’m here and instead of giving it its own post, I have another book fail. I thought I’d carry on with it for a bit, but I just can’t be bothered and I want to read the new Harper Connelly anyway. So I am giving up on Deja Dead by Kathy Reichs. When I was home I watched an episode of Bones, and it was quite entertaining (although I avoid it as Emily Deschanel annoys me for some reason), so I thought I’d try the books. Mum had the first one, and I liked the idea of having a new series to be getting on with. But I don’t like it. I am bored. The writing makes me want to skim and the main character doesn’t interest me. There’s a lot of intense description about the state of the bodies, and while usually I have no problem with that kind of thing, this hasn’t sat well with me. I don’t want to pick it up again when I have time, so I think it’s better to move on.
Nearly the weekend!!