make entries about what happens in my life so people who read my ramblings don't get bored when I have nothing to say about my goals.

If you ever go to Norfolk, don’t stay at the Ramada hotel in King’s Lynn.

A very little effort in family relationships pays off surprisingly well.

My hair is long enough to need a hairbrush again. I’m considering dying it.

This weekend I’ll be painting myself blue again. :o)

I’d typed something, clicked “Preview” to see how it looked, then changed my mind about posting it here on 43T, but by that screen there’s no “cancel” button, so I have to type something here so as not to leave a “this comment was deleted”.

Yesterday I figured out why I’m missing Violet Sharp more and more.

I just had to stop watching a music video because other people might be doing the same thing.

_{That isn’t actually as weird as it sounds.}

Submerged in the tub, surrounded by bubbles of blueberry and Valerian, smoking a fat cigar whilst reading The Raven.

And then it was over.

I didn’t delete, I just deactivated. I’ll be back later.

between hanging on and just waiting for the feeling bad to be over, and denial of whatever it is that’s making me feel bad in the first place. Feels like there’s something I should be working out, but it’s too hard to think at the moment.

My trip was fabulous. Some parts were fascinating, some parts were a little scary, most parts were tremendous fun. Gibraltar is the most touristy place I’ve ever seen, but the Rock is spectacular, and simply crying out to be gummy-beared, which will require another trip there at some point in the right company :o) Morocco was wonderfully exotic, with so much to see and do and experience that I’m definitely going back there someday too; intense to the point of being overwhelming, though, so I think five days was enough for a first visit! I acquired a plethora of souvenirs, a few words of Arabic, and a taste for sweet mint tea; alas, the day I got back I discovered I’d also acquired a particularly nasty tummy bug, which put me in hospital for a night and in bed for almost a week. But at least it hadn’t started till I got home, so it didn’t spoil the trip.

So how’s everyone here been?

I’m still alive, and I’ll be back properly tomorrow, but before then there’s a very important comment I need to make.

Two of my friends have been vilified and I’m not about to let that pass unchallenged so I must go and set the record straight. I expect Sherlock will block me too. Such is life.

I am now in Paris and will soon be drinking some beer in the pub :)