Welcome to my perfumed garden

All very boring - no need to comment.

ETA: Hilary rang an hour ago, Mum's home - she's been in for hours having test after test... Tis not a clot, it is edema which is, of course Not Good, but a to-be-expected occasional complication of heart failure. They've decided there's no immediate cause for alarm and they're not keeping her in (usually they do at the drop of a hat, so I'm taking this as good news), they've adjusted her meds. Hilary says Mum seems fine and there's no need to go rushing over.

Anyway. It means I can keep to my work schedule, which is... good. I guess.

Anyone else catch the very wonderful Factory documentary on BBC4 tonight?

Such memories... But you do get the feeling that the worst thing anyone could do was get involved with Factory and that the best thing that ever happened to Morrissey was Anthony H. losing his play and pissing him off forever more. If that hadn't happened, maybe all The Smith's money would have disappeared into the Hacienda-hole, like New Order's did.

Ah Tony. I miss him.