Summer's End?

Oh August how you have forsaken me! Two more weeks until I go back to school, I mean work and the cloud cover has settled very nicely thank you very much over London Town and isn't interested in moving. There was a break yesterday and I sat in the Park for an hour in the late afternoon sun, soaking up every last ray, topping up my freckle ratio until the next sun burst. Please say that there will be one more!

This weekend S. and I had great fun with friends celebrating S.'s best friend's birthday. So much fun that we spent all of Saturday recovering. We stayed in all day except for a trip to the supermarket and watched bad movies and cooked a Spaghetti Bolognese, ah just what the hangover ordered. On Sunday we managed to get out and go to see a couple of exhibits at the Tate Modern. One was a photography exhibit called Exposed which chronicles the evolution of privacy or private space within photographs over the past 100 or so years. There were photos from Weegee, Nan Goldin, Walker Evans, Larry Clark and Helmut Newton to name a few. It was pretty interesting to see how much societal attitudes have changed over the years as we are constantly under surveillance and as everyone has access to digital cameras so everything has the potential of being filmed or photographed.

I got a call from my GP this morning. Apparently our blood samples were sent to the wrong lab for the Kyrotyping. I can't say that I am surprised, this has been the biggest organisational nightmare of all the tests I've had to take. When we had the blood samples taken at the only hospital it seemed would do it I even asked the nurse who took our blood if they would be sent together and to the Hospital my GP had written on the form. Yes, yes... well obviously they weren't. Another week until we meet with the specialist again. In the meantime this weekend we are going to try to go away for a bit of R&R at the sea, I'm looking into lovely B&B's and countryside pubs, let's hope the weather cooperates a bit.