Here I is.

Despite a rather insane and interesting Grand Prix, the Sunday feeling of bored brain stagnation is creeping in.

Had a quick catch up on some blogs, good to see certain people back, sad to see certain people doing certain things. But hey, whatever.

Sarah is feeling a bit perkier today or appears to be. Might be able to get away without having to get her to the doctors. She has been playing the piano and drawing, is now dancing round the kitchen to the scissor sisters as Jo cooks.

Tonight I will be sad however, as the last episode of Rome is shown. Damn I love that show. I have a horrible feeling that one of either Verenus or Pullo may die. Hope not. Obviously having a vauge grasp of Roman history I know who is going to win the main punch up, so Mark Anthony only has about half an episode to use the C word as much as possible!

Other than that I think maybe the odd glass of something to relax with, and another dull-ish sunday will have slipped by.