that's Lucy

After a few minutes trying to sign in...'waah! What do you mean? That is my password!'...realised I'd mistyped my email address. Duh. Have just cleaned up after baking choc chip cakes for the shared lunch at church tomorrow mmmmm. Was going to take a picture and show you, but frankly couldn't be bothered. Still, I made them and they smell yummy. Have very little to say really. Went into the city this morning to pick up something Andy needed but didn't stay long. Saturdays are sooo busy; people are everywhere. I much prefer going in on a week day. Had my usual Saturday snaffle about Rest Stop 1 (see older entry). Should have cleaned out Charlie but haven't. Tsk, tsk. Washed hair and got annoyed with misbehaving shower. What can I say? Same old same old.

Spoke to Sarah briefly on the phone yesterday, and something she said made me think. I can't remember exactly what she said; it was in reference to this blog - something she'd read made her think 'now that's Lucy'. I realise that in the past couple of months I am becoming more myself again. I find the phrase 'the real me' a touch unhelpful - it implies that some parts of me aren't me and yet obviously they are because they are me...er...anyway. But shall I say, I feel more characteristically me. More genuinely Lucy-ish. Which is rather nice, actually.

Hello, my name is Lucy. Ho ho ho! Hee hee hee!

Now that's Lucy.

Currently feeling: amused

Album of the Moment: Snow Patrol, Eyes Open

Currently (re)reading: Jasper Fforde, The Eyre Affair

the trouble with Rest Stop 1

I need to get my creative juices flowing today as I am supposed to be writing an Easter sketch. I know what it is but I need to actually write it. Flow, juices, flow! Also need to make a shepherd's pie. Kaye coming to visit next week and it would be nice to have something ready to pop in the oven instead of spending lots of time in kitchen. I shall probably start preparing that first, after Rest Stop 1. Rest Stop 1 is always a little irritating on a Saturday. I'm downstairs at 8, like a good girl, but then am doing my Genesis study and usually don't end up showering etc. till 9, if I get absorbed, which I normally do. If like today I need to wash my hair, that takes longer, and then I have breakfast. And feed Charlie - ooh that reminds me, must do that now. But Rest Stop 1 always seems to arrive just as all the preamble to the day is over. Right, now, I think - oh, wait, I have to stop.

Now, I need the loo. Farewell.