Why yes, I am still alive, thanks...

[panik]

...winding down, thinking about going up to bed, watching that Fleetwood Mac thing on BBC2 and thinking about Tony Harrison's bold demand:

"Tusk," in its entirety, with the pauses as Lindsay Buckingham intended! Watch the room crumble at the aura of the H-Man!

So, I'm alright. You alright?

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[snailbones.livejournal.com]

You're ALIVE!

::runs in and snogs you::

Hope you're okay babe?

yes indeed.

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

I am alive and not getting emails from LJ again it seems. ::sigh::

I am OK, just about, ticking through life in a gently unenthusiastic fashion. I often feel I should post more these days yet have very little to say. Such is my life on this hideous and drear November day (were supposed to be driving back to Dad's today but OMG! this weather is not to be tarried with. We have a sever weather warning out now, only about 10 hours late but there you go).

Oooh. Snogs! How undeserved yet deliciously welcome. ::returns them. Adds extra cheese:: :o)

Re: yes indeed.

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

And meant to add - I hope you're doing well yourself? Boss not wandered off, mother being pleasingly recalcitrant? Badgers behaving as badgers will...?

Re: yes indeed.

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

As long as you're okay babe - and LJ is a bit spotty with my email notifications too. Bless it - methinks it's creaking at the seams these days.

(were supposed to be driving back to Dad's today but OMG! this weather...

Ack - you're so nomadic these days... that alone is bloody exhausting. It's your dad, and you love him, and it has to be done, but it's still no fun. I had a similar trek with my granny, so I know a little of how tiring it is. Hugs sweetie... and strong booze too of course *g*