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I went to Horsham. Or, as I have renamed it, Locust City.
Yep, that locust plague we city folk keep seeing bits and pieces about on the news is not only real, it's disgusting. They are EVERYWHERE out west - buzzing about or sitting around or squished on roads. Several hit me in the short walk from the bus to my hotel. On the bright side, hotel was brand new and therefore the pillows and mattress hadn't had time to get uncomfortable yet; dinner was good if expensive; and the workshop went well.
And then I came home and Rohan made bacon and eggs for supper. Which is how every chapter in my life should finish.
Now I go to catch up on Merlin fic and knitting patterns which may have been posted in my absence.
Yep, that locust plague we city folk keep seeing bits and pieces about on the news is not only real, it's disgusting. They are EVERYWHERE out west - buzzing about or sitting around or squished on roads. Several hit me in the short walk from the bus to my hotel. On the bright side, hotel was brand new and therefore the pillows and mattress hadn't had time to get uncomfortable yet; dinner was good if expensive; and the workshop went well.
And then I came home and Rohan made bacon and eggs for supper. Which is how every chapter in my life should finish.
Now I go to catch up on Merlin fic and knitting patterns which may have been posted in my absence.