I have been running around like a headless chicken for most of this year, and will not get a chance to rest for another month or two. This is probably going to be OK, I am ticking off a lot of things on the to-do lists and have A Plan for the psycho work months that are about to leap on me. But I am failing at fandom. Two stories begun, and then left. Oh well, there's a second half to the year!

Walking is interesting at the moment: Easter was spent traipsing up hill and down dale, and I have needed to have a feet-up day since then. But Mr B gave me a fitness tracker for my birthday, and so I feel obliged to walk at least 10,000 steps a day, and then there has been a lot of gardening to do since I got back from Easter camping … The result is that I have a new theme song, which goes 'Stiff, stiff, stiff, I am so very very stiff!' Naturally, Mr B thinks this is hilarious. I keep reminding him that this is knee, not penis-related.

Easter was mostly good fun. I had a moment of feeling like the worst person ever when I shouted at a kid who had done something dangerous, but to the kid's enormous credit, she accepted that she had done something dumb and listened to me going through the safety rules and then followed them. I was impressed. I like kids, they don't mind the fact that rules exist and they don't begrudge you trying to uphold them.

Over the coming two months, I am going to think on that child and compare her favourably to my ad department. It will hopefully stop me murdering anyone in the ad department. That and the fact I can't possibly catch any of the bastards if they try to outrun me.