I’m home. Not my home London, my home Wales. Well my parent’s home in Wales.
It’s still home to me and periodically I must return, vampire like, to my lair to recharge the Taffro. It’s late…this entry may not make sense.
After the debacle of the last few days it’s a bloody relief to be in a warm, clean house looking out at grass rather than rubble. Tomorrow I may venture into Cardiff and if I’m feeling really daring get my hair cut.
Yes ladies and gentlemen I am the original wild child. Anyway after tons of whiny posts exciting things are happening:
– My tickets to Washington are booked
– My tickets to Hong Kong are also booked
– I am going to see Neil Gaiman not once but twice in the next week (I’m going to see if I can liveblog -copyright permitting)
– I am also going to see Susanna Clarke (ditto on the liveblog – it’s the same event in one case)
– I am going to see G’s friend get married in Staffordshire (G’s friends are all a lot of fun but A is the only one I can have a belching competition with whilst discussing the anthropological merits of mythology)
hi missed you at your mums today, you had better weather in the dock than it was with us.dont get to down about the house its an investment .the kids will get it after you but my house insurance has gone up this renewal, its your fault.keep up the good work have a good time away try and have some fun love to G hope she has afab time away love aunty no 2 the aunty no1 is the elder
Thanks Jane. See you soon.