What a difference some sleep, a run and a couple of swims makes

And I'm human again.

Oh my goodness, I cannot believe that one extremely drunken night and two weeks of busy commuting would turn me into the creature from the black lagoon. But it did. After leaving work early on friday evening only to get trapped on the central line for 15 minutes due to a "signal failure" and then missing my train, getting the next train and then getting off the train to cycle home in torrential rain - I tied my magazine and bag of superdrug goodies to the back of my bike and set off in the down pour. About 2 minutes into the cycle I got severely splashed by a van going past which in turn knocked my goodies and letters and magazine off the back of my bike. I decided to tackle this misfortune in the nature of the mature 27 year old I am. Yes I threw the bike on to the side of the road where I proceeded to scream and jump and shout like a petulant 2 year old in the rain until another car came by and I realised how stupid I looked and sheepishly gathered up my stuff and cycled on. I get home and realise I have left the shampoo I bought on the side of the road. Fantastic.

But it's fine, a nice meal and a lie in on Saturday I wake up feeling headache free for the first time in 2 weeks and grab the hyperventilating dog and go for a run along the river and fields (they have a springer spaniel so it goes nuts for walks)

I return a new woman. Filled with positivity and hope for a new world.

After a few hours of chilling out I went to the hairdressers for my annual highlights appointment. Being a natural dark blonde every summer before I go away I get some highlights put in to give me blonder summery hair. Unfortunately it hasn't quite worked. How can I tell? Because I spent nearly £100 and not a single person has noticed I've done anything to my hair! The idea and brief I gave to the hairdresser was to look "significantly blonder" than I do at the moment. Brief has not been attained and I have to go back next week to have more put in - grrrr.

Sunday my boyfriend returns from a stag do a broken man. He can barely put a sentence together and open his eyes. He has been out every night since he finished his exams and is clearly a dead man walking. I loved that he was proud of his "pacing" and that he was walking around Norwich at 5:30 am on Sunday morning with his friend Simon - well done honey! So proud of you. Obviously what goes on tour stays on tour, but I happen to know that someone was sick all over the boat, several people fell off the boat, even more jumped off the boat and one person was having extreme paranoia meltdown yesterday.

I for one cannot judge as I spent all of last week in a mild case of paranoia. Helped only by boyfriend coming back last night and saying "Did you sing with the band at the wedding last weekend?" Oh good god. Note to self, really need to stop having such a close knit everyone-knows-everyone group of friends.

Sunday evening I also find out that MORE friends of ours have got engaged. They have been together only 2 years but hey who's comparing? (We've been together 6) After the total drunken bridget jones behaviour last weekend that has not managed to escape my boyfriends attention I fear I may be waiting a while longer. Woe be me. Everyone else is glamorous engaged gals or newly weds while I am destined to wander the planet as drunk singer girl at weddings.

Our friends that have got engaged are lovely and make a really lovely couple so I am very happy for them. Plus I just love weddings, they are literally the best things ever. I cannot wait to hear the engagement story and I have a sneaky suspicion this engagement will involve an enormous rock - sparkler to ooooh and aaaah over - I can't wait!

Yesterday I did 25 minutes of swimming and this morning I did 20 minutes of swimming too. I am slightly tired but feeling good and ready to brace the day. Plus this week my boyfriend is at home so I get to see his lovely face every evening. And he has a very gorgeous face. Plus its Wimbledon and I cannot wait to see what Sharapova is sporting this year - will she follow Kate's trend and add some lace to her tennis dress? Or stick to fool proof frills?

Come on Murray - you can do it!

Enjoy your Mondays x