Speechless

When Mr C brought me a cup of tea in bed this morning and told me I might want to stay there, I knew the worst. I had been full of hope I'd wake up to find Bill was First Lady.

After a hard session in the gym to clear my head, two friends and I went to Katy's for an indulgent afternoon watching Wadjda, a lovely film made by a Saudi female director and filmed in Saudi, about an 11 year old rebellioys girl who is saving for a bike, despite being told how ungodly it was. It's funny but tear-jerking in places and was perfect for this particularly gloomy November day.

Meanwhile Mr C did his stuff and booked us a trip.