On Sunday I met Howard for lunch in Petersfield. We did Christmas presents early, both as a just in case and because Christmas is, for me at least, cheering.
On Monday night I joined several brave souls on Twitter in watching Zardoz, widely regarded as one of the world's worst and most peculiar films and famous chiefly for Sean Connery running around in knickers and a bandolier:
Karate classes have closed again. At the end of Tuesday's, Shihan thanked us for our commitment and dedication, and praised the way we'd thrown ourselves back into training over the last couple of months. I got a bit choked up. Then I sang the song from the end of The Sound of Music and legged it out of there.
In good news, my one-year internship with Home Office Digital, Data and Technology has come to an end and I've had to, essentially, apply for the job I was already doing. It's very embarrassing being interviewed by your colleagues, since everyone on the panel knew full well I am not normally so polite, enthusiastic and smartly-dressed, but I succeeded and am now a fully-fledged Junior Content Designer.
