This weekend I went to Edinburgh, and hung out in a round room with people I love who came out of the Yurt and over the sea and were so immeasurably pleasing I am still giddy with it.

I accidentally attended an onion-judging, walked around a reservoir, ate a disappointing cake and made the best recipe ever.

Hopes Reservoir. Hope springs eternal,etc.

My family fought about Christmas, my grandma was upset about a sewage pipe, I drank about a pint of whiskey and my sister came second in a half-marathon and won a towel.

All in all, cracking.