Rosacea + Laser = Woke up with a super puffy face this morning. Ugh.

Why is it that independent theatre is so often far superior to mainstream theatre?  Equus rivals anything I've seen on the mainstage in the last few years.

Really not looking forward to tomorrow's rosacea lasering... although this time I must remember to load up on painkillers beforehand.

Morning coffee with a visiting mate, followed by a stroll around the Monet exhibition and post-exhibition vinos with another mate. That's what I call a lovely Sunday.

10pm on a Saturday is a pathetic time to be going to bed, but given I'm feeling absolutely rubbish, I don't care.

Phase 1 of Operation-New-Career confirmed today. Thankful. And excited! 

Tax return = Book Depository = Happiness