The 5th & 6th; I am so looking forward to going to Lyme.

The 5th of May. Well my dreams last night weren't horrifying so that was pleasing. I did wake up to some GvH on my back so I've gone back to 5mg of pred and the cream to get on top of it before it becomes anything.

This morning we went into town to get the new Jeffery Deaver book and some flip-up sunglasses for Daddy, and we picked up our train tickets for the 15th and 16th - at the end of the holiday, Mommy and I will get the train to London, and on Friday night, Christine, Kim and I are going to the Channel 4 Comedy Gala, then on Saturday, Mommy and I are going to the forensics exhibition at the Wellcome Collection.

This afternoon, I've been on my own, so rattling through things on the TiVo box and I made the other three legs for Seamus. I've got Rufus the lion next, then a duck.

I am so looking forward to going to Lyme. The election will be over and I can breathe the sea air and do nothing (even more nothing than I already do).

The 6th of May.

Last night I had a very long, complex dream which at some point involved catching fish on a beach and lots of travel. I must stop writing about dreams because people hate that.

This morning was nothing of note, then at half past twelve I was back at the chiro, and everything is pretty much fixed in my back now. There was no kneading of my bum muscles today. Back after holiday, then hopefully we can start stretching out my visits again.

This afternoon, I've been trying to back up my iPhone again, but to no avail. I did manage to get my music sorted but it still failed to do a proper backup. Bah. I will do it eventually!

I'm so glad the election is tomorrow and the campaigning will be over (if there is no need for another one in six months, please God). On Friday I will just be plugged into my iPod so as not to hear all the speculation about the (hopefully) new government.