06/06/2026
Saturday 6th June. Today was a good day, but too much rum punch has me shattered.
Not first thing, as I slept in, then Teen asked me for pancakes for breakfast at 10am.
Anxiety was taking hold, so I got dressed for a run - left the house and realised it needed to be really short so I could get home in time to leave again at 12.15.
I ran 2 miles, much faster than normal, using a fartlek playlist to pace me. Got home, dripping, and the other Teen asked for breakfast - didn't fancy the weetabix I carefully prepped last night. So he had pancakes, the sequel.
Then I had to rush to shower, try to find pretty, but comfortable clothes, do my hair and leave. Speed walk to the station and I was early for the train.
Alone on the platform I felt nervous again. Then a lady said 'are you T?' We started chatting and our train, and other friends, arrived. Right, into London we went.
Amazing Grace around the corner from London Bridge station, for a 2.30pm 'brunch' with bottomless (for an hour) prosecco or rum punch. The punch smelt strong, but I felt more burn from the acid orange juice than from any alcohol. Still fun was had. I crept away at 5pm and came home. They were still going strong.
Exhausted. Vegged all evening. Early to bed.