Today I did what I promised myself I would do weeks ago. I climbed the Martini Tower (named for St Martin, not the drink) and took pictures. My Building must be one of the few in they city that can’t been seen from it because of a large block of flats in the way.
In no particular order, I also read one of my favourite books, did a lot of exercises (not including the 97m climb to the top of the tower) and discovered that tight, steep, dark spiral staircases make me somewhat nervous, especially on the way down.
I also put a proper dent in some work on my PhD results that I’ve been hiding from a bit, avoided the rapture and am about to score a second in-bed-before-midnight in a row. Go me!
The only things I didn’t get to do today were speak with Matt (due to work and social commitments on his part) and take pictures of epic quantities of pens for my Dad as a birthday treat. Sorry Dad- the shop with all the pens was shut when I finally got there.
I still haven’t decided what to do with my hair. So far the only votes have been yes for the red. No one is voting blonde…but I usually root for the underdog…