Some days I really love this city. The sun shining, the river sparkling, the saxophonist playing away... St Paul's gleaming, a new random artwork, trains bustling, dashing from glamorous building to glamorous building in a slightly eclectic mix of velvet scraps... dancing and board games and gossiping
Other days I think the 4 hour commute really is crazy and I'm going to give it up Real Soon Now. But not when the sun is shining...
In other news, I am Really Really going to get on with Buffy stuff this weekend. Err, in between being visited by everyone who's visiting. The problem with being given fabulous birthday presents is it's very hard to get on with anything other than katamari, singstar or watching Rome at the moment.
I have tickets to see Stardust on Tuesday. I'm trying to remain calm about this, because I can't think of a single book I love that has been turned into a film I've been in the slightest bit happy with, but I'm still looking forward to it.