this week my granted new year resolution to go back to my diet and exercise regime has kicked off - at last! i went to yoga not less than three times, and yeasterday i went to empty my mind with an hour of swimming, whilst steve and rich were having a squash match. i had the pool all for myself most of the time and i just kept concentrating on the breath and maintaining the same rhytm for just under an hour. i basically applied the yoga "rules" to swimming, and it worked: although i am not a fish and am pretty rubbish at coordinating movements and breath in water, this time i managed to stay underwater longer than in surface.
afterwards, we went to meet maga and her brother in borough market and had a nice stroll throughout south bank, which terminated with a visit to the russian festival in trafalgar sq - we got there just in time to watch a rock/ethno/folk/contemporary band: pelageya. After a drink in an old pub right at the feet of the suggestive big ben, we headed home for a nap before visiting emily for her birthday do at her place. she lives on the opposite side of the city, which, in terms of distances, is like to say she lives in another town, but, to my surprise, we discovered that a magic nite bus goes all the way home from near her house. at 3.25am, in a mere 25 minutes, we got home! fab.
the morning after the alarm clock rang at 9am on the dot. no, it was not by mistake. we had to wake up and jump on a bus to be at the gate cinema by 11am for the preview of notes on a scandal. it was a sunny day, notting hill is a glorious part of london, the viewing was free and steve kept shouting in my ears to get up and get ready - all good incentives to roll out of bed, take a quick shower, drink a black espresso and put on some comfy clothes, sunglasses and go. [film review to follow.]
a gold star* to me for accomplishing everything i planned to do this weekend. as michela commented: go, supersilvia.