Yes Woman

One of my favorite books is "Yes Man" by Danny Wallace, about a London guy, semi loser, who one day decides to say yes to everything: accepting party invitations, lending money to mates and yes to all other challenges that life throws his way (the book was later made into a Hollywood movie with Jim Carrey which was not as good as the original). Well last week I turned into Yes Woman, accepting all outing suggestions, and as a result ended up going out every single night:

• Monday a drink or two (and juicy gossip) with an ex colleague from when I lived in Hong Kong.


• Tuesday was a night out with the girls in our team (if only Joe from sales or Ben from finance could have heard our feedback on their various body parts).


• Wednesday my friend Lucy took me to the opera, in Covent Garden Opera House. Words would not suffice to describe the experience.


• Thursday was another work dinner with people from my nationality I have just met on my floor (at work that is, not inside my home, that would have been weird).


• Friday I went to see the new Woody Allen film "You will meet a tall dark stranger". Yeeah, it's ok, good if you don't have anything better to do.


• Saturday I spent the afternoon in a garden eating cakes and sipping tea and champagne at a Garden, Tea and Champagne party. Then in the evening, clearly not having had enough action, I had dinner with high school friends who were in town.

By Sunday morning I was tired. Boyyyy, so tired. So what did I decide to do? Spring clean the flat. And then head to the gym. And what happened in the gym? I lifted a tiny little weight and my back went KKRREEAAKK. And that was that, no more back for Evie. Today I spent the day dragging my carcass around looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I went to see the physio, seriously praying that he would not ask me to take my trousers off and stand in my underwear, the situation would have been very, erm, hairy. Thank god he did not.. Now I've got to give the crazy running around a rest, and I do like the sound of that. So the moral of the story is: sometimes even the Yes Woman has got to learn to say No.