I know it’s kinda sad, but my parents’ friends are really cool. Also, they’ve all managed to keep in touch for eons, which is quite impressive considering they’ve scattered around the country a bit since they went to school together.
Anyway, going to visit my grandparents this weekend, which is good in a increasing cosmic well-being kind of way, as they’ll be happy and also it’s my grandmother’s birthday on Sunday, but is not good in that all I want to do is go home and creep into bed with Lord Peter. Ech, that came out sounding even less healthy than I thought it would. And it doesn’t help saying that Harriet can come, too, does it? Anyway, I’ll go. I’ll bring my nice little Olympus and take some pictures and I’ll get a grip and sort out some HTML or something so that you can get to see some of them, too. However, I have mislaid my phone-line adapter thingy, so unless I can figure out how to make the mobile work with the modem, I’ll be cut off from the world until Sunday evening. Yikes.
Still, I’m sure I can sneak off with Lord Peter a bit at some point during the weekend. There’s always the coach-ride to get there, too, and that’s boring enough to be in need of some romance to make it bearable.
Music in my head: Man on the Moon (Roger, you have got to change that livejournal name or I’ll have to stop reading it! I am getting heartily sick of having REM hanging around crooning in my head, and I used to quite like the song)