That's how Ely looked this afternoon - lovely isn't it!

I've got my groove back!

God knows what was wrong with me this week but I hope it doesn't come back any time soon! I'm slightly worried that the improvement coincides with the end of the working week, but let's not think about that!...

I finished work early today, and decided to make the most of the lovely spring sun. There were dull, practical things I could have done but instead I put the car roof down and went on a jaunt to Ely.

I love Ely. It's a beautiful city, which has blossomed with all the new housing, unlike where I live which has just been suffocated by it. Whereas all the new housing here is for old people Ely is full of commuters who can't afford to live in Cambridge, so they get Waitrose and lovely little boutiquey shops, we get Tesco. Boo! They also have a gorgeous cathedral, lovely houses whose windows are painted in heritage colours, and a nice little independent book shop whose coming events include Coffee & Cake with Alain de Botton, which makes me smile. Having read two of his books last year I can't imagine anything more odd - face painting with Will Self? hula-hooping with Jeanette Winterston? (which in my head I say in Victoria Wood's voice, which makes me laugh more than it should).

Enough rambling. I went to a lovely gallery beside the river to see an exhibition of photographs by Richard Heeps whose pictures I love! It was a collection of pictures of the Fens, some of which I'd seem before, but it's always nice to see his stuff. I managed to resisted buying any of the prints that were for sale, because I've already got six up in the bedroom - any more and it'll look like a gallery!

I had a nice little potter round the shops then ended up in Waitrose. They're evil! I wandered in to buy a paper and something for tea and ended up coming out with £11 worth of unnecessary stuff, including a box of lemon tarts which are lovely bit did I need them!?

Unexpectedly last night I dreamt I was going out with a woman. Not just some random real person I'd co-opted into my dream, but a high-powered business woman I'd created specially, who was clearly well out of my league. Her name was Chrissie, which doesn't say business to me but there you go. Someone at work knew her and the others were trying to find out about her which I wasn't happy about so it ended up in a bit of a brawl. Oh God. Don't panic, I'm not embracing heterosexuality, I think I may have taken a few too many paracetamol before bed...

Tonight's gentleman caller cancelled, which suited me as I'd changed my mind but couldn't bring myself to cancel him for a second time in case he realised I'm actually a bit of a time-wasting twat. Instead he went to St Albans. Rather him than me!

I didn't mind because I've been feeling rough all day. I managed to convince myself that it was something to do with blood pressure. Or impending death. So at 5.30 I phoned the doctor, only to find they were shut, which amazed me as they only opened at 4! That was enough to make me realise how stupid I was being, so instead I went to Tesco and got a pile of cold remedies and immediately felt a bit better.

Recovery was also aided by Ladies of Letters, which stars two of my favourite actresses and is laugh out loud funny!

Time for bed!

It's been a quiet week so far, one of those empty diary ones. I don't even have any reserve plans for going out because there's simply nothing to do! But it's probably just as well as I'm feeling a bit under the weather, all tired and achy, I'm hoping a hearty tea and an early night will put me back together! It better because last week's gentleman caller is coming back tomorrow and I need to feel tip top to make the most of him!

So the 24 year old came to stay last. It's fair to say I'm confused about him, not in some big dramatic way, just in a more mundane, "what on earth am I doing?!" kind of way.

I hadn't wanted him to come over. Last week he asked me what I was doing this weekend and I truthfully told him I had no plans. But it was more complicated than that - the next three weekends are busy so I was looking forward to having a quiet weekend this weekend, so it wasn't a passive nothing, it was an active decision to do nothing. But he hates spending time on his own, it drives him mad, so he wouldn't understand why anyone would want to, so saying, "I want to do nothing" instead of seeing him would be the greatest insult you could give him. Or perhaps I'm just too much of a coward to say no...

By the time he got here I was exhausted - two late nights and a day shopping with my mother had really taken it out of me - so I told him so, and strangely once I'd admitted that I just needed to sleep I started to relax and we had a really nice evening. We opened a bottle of wine and chatted whilst listening to a new Erasure CD - I know, how gay is that!, then went to the Indian restaurant at the end of the road and had a really nice meal, then nipped to Tesco for a tub of Ben & Jerry's which we enjoyed whilst watching a romantic comedy starring Drew Barrymore. Trust me, it wasn't all as sickly sweet as this sounds.

It was actually really nice to see him, I had a really relaxed, funny evening, and in the morning I could have easily stayed wrapped around him in bed all day. I told you I was confused!