Kim told me off for not writing in here about the workshop. What can I say? I'm bad.

It all started on a mild May morning. At 8:30am, the fair Maiden (har. har har.) arose from her pigsty, and greeted the world as the birds, in turn, greeted her. As she plastered herself with plasters (of the magnetic kind, naturally), she pondered over the day ahead, and the events and activities that awaited her. As she arrived at the hockey stadium, all was quiet. As she pottered round inspecting the room, and all the various types of teabags, her bored mother decided to draw a rabbit, along with the phrase "what's up, doc?" on the flipchart. The rabbit came in very handy throughout the day, as it demonstrated the similarities between the life of a red marker pen bunny and that of an M.E sufferer. All present benefited immensely from dear Hoppit. Once the only male present had left, the girls indulged in a little fun. A stripper (a very well spoken one at that) arrived, posing as someone who was given a talk on some scientific crap to people in another room. He danced to the music among mushed up muffins and wet, slippery clay. However, the girls' taunting scared him off, and so, instead, they were left to stare at their bunny friend instead.

As the excitement died down, people exchanged their "I hate you"s before leaving, and going home to dream about their dearest bunny friend.

And also, I went to Tarly's on Friday. It was nice just to hang out with someone, and she's said she'll inflict me on her poor, unsuspecting friends sometime, which should be good. Apparently they'll all be grateful of my company because they're all male, single and desperate. Nice.