Choose Life

Howdy!

I must apologise for not blogging to you all last weekend - after a 14 mile hike with my dad and his cronies I was a wee bit tired!

Are we nearly there yet??!!

Yep, as always it's been all go.  This weekend I compensated for my trek with a massage and facial followed by afternoon tea and shopping with my ma.  I've also been keeping myself busy with my "hobbies"; swimming, writing, yoga-ing, sewing and painting.

Why?  Well, I guess you could say I choose life.

Choose... wine :-)

Yes, I am quoting Renton's rant in Trainspotting, which I saw at the King's Head in Islington last week.  It was a fantastic, brave production, which I strongly recommend you see if the company take it anywhere else.

Glow sticks. The alternative to a ticket...

But why choose life?  What's the meaning of it all?  Why bother with all these extra-curricular activities?  Well, I admit, sometimes I wonder.  But then I know that if I don't engage in the process, I'll never find out why I am really here.

And I guess I'd quite like to figure that out.