Why, who's asking?

So the thing with the doctor was so much less scary than I thought it'd be.

She's really nice (and not patronising), and, although I got somewhat tearful a few times, it was more because of just telling someone, rather than any bad reasons.

I was surprised I managed to talk to her for an hour. I really was expecting it to be more awkward. At the end of the session she mentioned that I was doing well to have done so.

So, yeah. It all went well. She (and I) think that the therapy could work, so I'm going back a week on Thursday.
And I have homework! Goddamnit.

Over the weekend, we had movie night with Mouse and her husband (they made a very nice curry thing), and on Sunday we tried to fly our stunt kite. The wind was too strong, and Matt managed to beat the previous record set by Mouse (popping out all three of the support struts) by not only popping the struts out, but having two of them actually remove themselves from the kite as it plummeted to earth. Luckily, we managed to track them down.

Here are some photos that some people may have seen. They're in chronological order, and are of Hastings escaping, then re-escaping when we didn't manage to clip the cage shut quickly enough. Note the annoyed expression when she gets caught.