I am absolutely exhausted from this weekend - it being the celebrations of the 850th anniversary of the town I live in.

Friday was the raft race, which actually turned out to be good fun. The Thames wasn't quite as freezing as I was expecting but I've never got into cold water quite as fast before - I had to go up to my knees just to get on our raft. We didn't fall in, out raft didn't capsize, fall apart or sink (as some others did) and I only got wet below the waist. The rowing part was really hard though. It was quite a long way downstream, turn around then row back upstream, pick up a balloon and back to the start. After we turned round we were rowing but not moving at all.

So I was aching Saturday morning when I depressed myself by going food shopping. The only bright spot was finding a Monster Cracking stand, so now I have some chocolate orange stuff (Monster Cracking is Ice Magic, essentially). Then in the afternoon I was helping with the bouncy castle and jousting game. Which sounded simple until I found out that the jousting game involved kids going down a long ramp on a horse, spearing hoops. I wasn't strong/tall enough to get the horse all the way back the ramp. First Aid training Monday and Tuesday set off the RSI in my knee, so I'd been bending over instead of bending down this week, so my back's not happy either. So picking up the hoops wasn't fun.

Saturday it also rained. Three times, quite heavily. And all between the hours of 2 and 4.30pm I mention this because I was on from 2 till 4 (but stayed later) so got soaking wet. And, of course, it didn't rain at any other point in the day. Each time the rain stopped I had pretty much dried out before it started again. I was aching by the time we gave up at 4.30 (we were stopping at 5pm anyway), so I got to go home and recover for a couple of hours before stewarding a pop concert in the evening.

This was essentially a competition for local amateur bands. I was so tired I was constantly yawning by 10pm and had to sit down several times because my legs ached so much. The event was aimed at about 14 year olds, judging from the age of the audience, so all sounded a bit terrible. Specially after three hours of it.

This morning, of course, I ached even more. I had to stop halfway into town for a rest (it's a 15min walk) and took a pill because my muscles just hurt so much. Some of them hurt when I touch the relevant bit of me, never mind when using them. I spent most of 11am till 3pm on the jousting game. It was a bit less busy, so we did get breaks, which was so useful. And I got to have a go - I got 3 out of the 8 hoops the second time (although I did that so we could have a photo for the album).

This evening I at least got to watch Stargate - in which there was very definitely Jack/Daniel slash in there - I've obviously been subverted (if that's a word, I'm having enough trouble typing at the moment).

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