Phew, what a weekend, eh?  How was it for you?

Saturday I ran in a 10k race sponsored by my running club, London FrontRunners.  I ran it (rather slowly, yes, shut up, but we only ever race against ourselves, don't we?) in 49:30, which was a personal best (the official time is a bit slower, but the race sold out so it took a bit to get over the start line).  My club does a fantastic job running it, I must say.  Everything professional and easy.  They even had Andy Bell starting us off.

Also on Saturday, there was a new review of The Knife of Never Letting Go in the Times which was very nice indeed.

And I wrote the Book of the Week review in Saturday's Guardian of Kate Atkinson's When Will There Be Good News?  My original wasn't quite as American-ly enthusiastic as what was printed; I was a bit more subtle in my praise, but it's very bad form to complain about sub-editing, so I won't.

And then Sunday I woke up at the crack of dawn with my eye swelled shut.  I went to casualty where I discovered I had a "particularly bad" eye infection.  No kidding, since I felt fine when I switched off the light to go to bed the night before.  Nevertheless, I'm one normal eye, one monstrously red eye this morning.  You know, there really isn't anything less sexy on earth than the word "ointment".