The 20th of May.  I am feeling very excited about this weekend. Tonight is Katherine Ryan, tomorrow off to meet the Wilder-Heritages and Sunday is X-Men!

Today has not been particularly thrilling. Blog post this morning, then let the kitties run around and be mental. Lots of playfighting today. I tend to let them carry on until there is crying or growling, then I intervene. 

After lunch, I decided to go to the gym. However, that turned out to be kind of a bad idea because a) it was very busy and b) there were lots of people there who irritate me. After an hour and a bit, I'd had enough, so I binned off the rest and went home. 

Since then, I have got changed, made myself presentable and re-done my nails. I shall update after the show. 

[Time passes.]

Such a fun gig. When you enter a venue to the calypso beats of Sorry by Justin Bieber you know it's going to be good. We were gifted an extra set of 45 minutes by her support, Stephen Bailey, who is very funny and delightfully filthy. He was not fazed by a staunch defender of Blackpool. In the interval I got taken backstage by Annie the tour manager for a brief dressing room hang, where I presented Katherine with Violet's elephant, and we talked about my blog, how no one hits on me at the gym and the fact that we have zero chill. I always have such fun with comedy pals, and Stephen is now a member of the cool gang. 

Katherine's set was excellent as always, and she dealt very well with the drunk chap in front of us. He was very irksome. But now I must go to bed because I have a very early start tomorrow. 

The 21st of May. 

I love it when a plan comes together. 

This morning we drove down to Ashford so I could meet Robyn, Stu and Herbie. We left at eight, stopped briefly at South Mimms for coffee, and we arrived shortly after twelve. 

Robyn was making our lunch, so Stu and I chatted and I gave Herbie his Moomin and Stu the cookies we made, which reminded him of the gift he'd got for me. It was was a magic/joke kit, from the John Lewis haberdashery because the only other thing there he could find was a make your own pants kit which he didn't really feel was appropriate, and I concur. Besides, endless fun to be had with fake insects in ice cubes. Herbie was very shy of me at first, but soon enough I was being presented with Lala, Al Fox, books, and even his light-up shoes. I am definitely in there. 

We had a delicious pasta bake for lunch (no mushrooms) which Herbie was not enormously impressed with, but he did then enjoy lots of blueberries. He is full of anti-oxidants, that boy. Much better at fruit than me, evidenced by our pudding of chocolate cake.

After lunch, Herbie got a bit grumbly and tired so Stu took him upstairs for a nap, and Robyn and I swapped medical stories. Stu came back down and we talked about some of the weirder things that have happened, like my hallucinations, and we have a title for my imaginary future book - I Don't Want To Be A Scone (The Waiter Only Takes The Fancy Bedpans). It'll all make sense when it comes out, worry not. When Herbie woke up, I showed him the Moomins song on YouTube and we took some photos while I tried to get his attention by making cat noises. 

It was time to go too early; I was having such a lovely time. Meetings with Twitter friends never last long enough.