Back To Life
Shamefully, I've not posted for a month. Hardly anything to report even, just mundane matters and as Mr Charles once wrote, 'ever increasing business' making it difficult to maintain regular posts.
Overjoyed at Ian's little announcement of the Play What He Wrote, arriving next year. Oh, I'm so proud of him. He's not just a pretty face. Being a slavish fangirl, I ordered the book today. I can't wait a whole year. And a UK tour as well! What did we do to be so blessed (apart from pledging our immortal souls to the Dark Side?)
My sister came round last night with previously unseen video footage of her wedding three years ago. There must have been something deadly in the combination of Shania Twain songs and pretty frocks, because Mother started howling and sobbing so hard you might have thought she was watching a video about kittens being butchered with scissors. I could have cried as well, but only when I realised with a shudder that I'm now a stone heavier than I was then. This absolutely will not do: weight must be lost.
Packed away my winter clothes this week with relief - I don't care if it's still cold, I'm fed up of the heavy suedes and velvets.
Just time to wish Henry Fielding a very happy 301st birthday for tomorrow. I think a rewatching of CoV will be in order.
Overjoyed at Ian's little announcement of the Play What He Wrote, arriving next year. Oh, I'm so proud of him. He's not just a pretty face. Being a slavish fangirl, I ordered the book today. I can't wait a whole year. And a UK tour as well! What did we do to be so blessed (apart from pledging our immortal souls to the Dark Side?)
My sister came round last night with previously unseen video footage of her wedding three years ago. There must have been something deadly in the combination of Shania Twain songs and pretty frocks, because Mother started howling and sobbing so hard you might have thought she was watching a video about kittens being butchered with scissors. I could have cried as well, but only when I realised with a shudder that I'm now a stone heavier than I was then. This absolutely will not do: weight must be lost.
Packed away my winter clothes this week with relief - I don't care if it's still cold, I'm fed up of the heavy suedes and velvets.
Just time to wish Henry Fielding a very happy 301st birthday for tomorrow. I think a rewatching of CoV will be in order.