The big weekend has begun.

This evening, I went to a swing dance social. I managed to get six work colleagues to come with me. One of them, Laura, is an engineer on secondment in Melbourne from our Dubai office (and she’s originally from Scotland). Another, Katsuki, is an exchange engineer from Japan.

(Aside: There is a myriad of cultures in our office. David was telling me about one of the Dutch engineers. “The Dutch,” he said, “they’re always mixing English and their own language. Have you met Franz? A really great guy. I was talking to him about getting some plans revised and he said, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll do this arse up.’ He did a double take and, with a stricken look on his face, he said, ‘I’m sorry! That was in Dutch!’ Apparently, he meant ‘ASAP’!”)

Tomorrow night, I’m going to the Amnesty International Stand Up For Your Rights Comedy Gala to support a good cause, a good friend or two and to have a good laugh.

On Sunday, I will spend ten hours at a high school theatre because my dance studio is having its annual concert. I’m in six items and have at least that many sets of costumes to bring (including an afro). I have volunteered to shepherd the performers into order as each item is to be performed because I have a loud voice and I’m not afraid to use it. Besides, the disorganisation of last year nearly drove me nuts.

My cold is still lingering. The evolution of a cold seems to be:

1. Itchy throat
2. Sore throat
3. Runny nose
4. Coughing

I’m at the coughing stage. My dad is probably about to enter stage 4 and my mum has just finished stage 2.