Welcome to my perfumed garden

...alibongo an' me, back from Stratford where a very good time was had indeed.

( Lord what fools these fangirls be )

In our garden this morning, three adorable young partridges, huddled together like a three-headed giant bird-shaped thing! They're not there anymore, it's pissing! down out there and blowing a gale and I have to walk to Penistone Station with all my luggage for yea, verily, tis Sunday and there are no buses.

I can't wait.

I'm off to Newark in about 20 minutes for a week of pure squee chez my great-mate alibongo . Off to Stratford tomorrow; Loves Labour's Lost on Monday night then Hamlet on Wednesday, then it'll be a few days of lolling in an outrageously idle fashion watching Blackpool on DVD. No doubt chocolate and maybe the odd cream tea might figure in that scenario somewhere, too. I'll be online at ali's but not taking the lappy to Stratford so you'll have to do without me for a few days next week. However will y'all cope. ;o)

I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this. The week off, not the walk to Penistone in the driving wind and rain. Hopefully that'll be the only low point in a week of fangirl glory.

The ever-delightful snycock left on the 7.15 for Manchester Airport and her plane home. We just got back from waving off mab_browne  and cross_stitchery  on their way (first class! The decadent young monkeys) to York. We've had a splendid couple of days together. Because of the lurgi, no one was really up to much so we've mostly lolled around and watched a variety of quality DVDs; Cruise of the Gods (again *g*), DUG, SST2, a whole load of TS and TS-related stuff like the cascade con discs, Action, even an episode of Robin Hood from 1975 with David Dixon camping it up outrageously as Prince John for Paul Darrow's Sheriff of Nottingham. Last night I introduced them to the joys of QI and the Jonathan Ross show. :o)

mab_browne  and snycock went out fully intending to walk on the moors yesterday but were driven home by the weather. Cold and wet is truly our world and t'moors are no place for those with a lurgi.

Now they've gone on their way. My house is an empty shell. My gosh, it's quiet in here. *g*

I've just had a tidy, thrown the towels in the washing machine, hurled some parsnips and celery into the stove in the hope of soothing soup later and now Mark and I are lying on the bed, completely wasted, for yea, verily, we are both still decidedly poorly. Neither of us have had much sleep because of the incessant cough. mab_browne 's not too bad (though she has the cough), snycock 's still coughing too and poor cross_stitchery  is far from well.

What a group we've made for the last few days *g*. I hope all the other lurgi-struck fangirls are still amongst the living.

But I'm crashing out now. I may be gone some time...

Where I spent a most pleasant long weekend at fluterbev 's from whence we all drove down to Liverpool to get picked up by drunken Irishmen have dinner with Garett.

I can't say more right now as I'm feeling very poorly sick and about to get into bed, but words and pictures should be forthcoming just as soon as I can raise the energy.

In the meantime, fluterbev ,  fingers and I have committed fic. Jim has Flu. Only Blair can heal him.