'Scuse me while I use my LJ as nothing more than a glorified diary for a minute here.
Today, one of the girls at work asked me, "Alice, do you have a fella?" This freakish jolt of fear went through me - the same kind I get when people tell me someone's died or something equally horrifying, like the inside of my skin wants to crawl off. I felt physically sick. Then I laughed it off and said no, like I always do, and pretended that I didn't still feel sick for half an hour afterwards because someone asked me if I had a boyfriend. What is wrong with me?!
On a (slightly) happier note: the Stratford Mop Fair is on this weekend.
This inevitably reminds me of that time
ice_elf went to Startford and watched David Tennant in Love's Labour's Lost and had a fabulous time, and went around the Mop Fair, and went on the most. terrifying. ride. ever. (It was called Stargate, and it was a centrifugal force ride, and we both thought we were going to fall out of it. Horrifying.)
I wish (so very hard) we were there again to watch Shakespeare and have a go on scary carnival rides, and go on the ghost walk again to see if we had any more Experiences. :)
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