Life on the living room sofa...
I woke up at 7 this morning, because my radio alarm has been set to 7 a.m. since Monday and no one has changed it. The logistics of going into the bedroom (almost impossible in the first place), climbing over the bed and turning it off are way beyond me at present. So, awake, I started the day by eagerly watching the series-ender of Torchwood, "Exit Wounds". I will have much to say when I have the strength and energy to actually sit at the computer and comment.
Then maaseru came down for breakfast and made oatmeal; maaboroshi brought coffee from our favourite coffee shop, Bridgehead, and it was most luxurious.
Soon after that, I got a wonderful visit from my friends Marion and Vicky. They came bearing gifts. First, made by Marion, was a set of fannish photo-cards, as follows: click on the link for the picture and caption:
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And there was another gift from Vicky and Marion. It is a nicely-decorated golden Egyptian sarcophagus, 9" long. Empty, but written in pen at the bottom of the sarcophagus, in Peter Wingfield's handwriting: No Methos in here! - Peter Wingfield.
She got me Peter Wingfield's autograph. In a sarcophagus.
I am a happy, happy fan. (Immobile, but happy.)