Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved her music very much. She believed in magic and romance and poetry, and fell in love far too easily. And when a bamd showed up with their hearts where their sleeves would be (if they were wearing any - they never were) then they might as well have hung the stars in the sky. The girl was young, and ( Read more... )

And so I return to Cardiff. The city settles down, and Cathays stirs towards wakefullness. Its nice to be back. Mind you, bits of home were oddly nice too.

*Yesterday iltaru and I wafted around in re-enactment dresses at a medieval fair, hennaed my hair and exposed my family to our collected madness. When five people sit on one sofa all quoting QI, you ( Read more... )