Welcome to my perfumed garden

I've hardly slept all night - or, indeed the last several night actually despite the unaccustomed frantic activity. The house is still decidedly tip-py with two whole rooms inaccessible from piles of books/dvds/albums/pictures/rugs/furniture and etc. etc. I'm leaving for fluterbev 's at a quarter to three and I'm still sitting here, drinking coffee and more-or-less staring at the wall.

::is completely, utterly, wholly and completely shagged::

I really should get off my arse and do something. So very much to do. I should move myself, shouldn't I?

::stays glued to chair::

In housely-news, the new back door is draft-tight and water-tight and thoroughly practical and totally doing its job and looks like a coffin lid. I miss my old door with a Heathcliffe-like passion but it had to go - the guy was, quite literally, able to rip it off the wall with his bare hands - and Mr Chorley-Double-Glazing-Guy is no beefcake, but a silver-haired, ruddy-faced man in his sixties with a bit of a paunch. It was full of holes and rotten through and through - a child of four could've put a fist through it. I still miss it though.::sigh::

Anyway. The sun is out! O:! Maybe because Garett has arrived on our rain-swept shores? maybe the sun really does shine...? But no. Best not go there....

The terrible John-Stalker-like glare of the sun means I'm a prisoner in my own home even with the blind down I can't see a thing I'm typing. I might as well press on with that long, long list of stuff that needs must be done. I wish I had the energy to express some Bev-visit/Garett-mania squee but I'm sure it'll be there when it's needed.

::is very tired. Is old and on last legs. Has a cold-sore the size of Battersea Power Station. Needs more coffee::

I'm rambling, aren't I? 

I forgot to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARETT!

Man. ::shakes head::

have fun, baby (even though you will never read this *g*).

There's a CSI Miami message board on CBS's website. Obviously, nothing for Garett's ep yet but I thought we might start making some contributions early, and certainly when the eppy airs. I'm sure execs and casting peeps read such things. ::nods confidently::

From my twice-a-yearly fangirl trip to Matlock (had a wonderful time, thanks). Went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall (Russell wonderful as per,  the rest of the movie decidedly weak). So... catching up this morning with an insane quantity of emails; I haven't even got close to catching up to LJ yet (what busy bunnies you all are (o:)

While I was away, we lost Humphrey Littleton. This is gutting news. Who is going to chair the show now (I vote for Barry Cryer myself)?

Due to an extended and ill-timed trip to Sainsbury's, I missed a goodly chunk of Doctor Who - it's downloading as I type so, no spoilers please.

And Garett is going to be in CSI Miami and no one is talking about this on LJ. WHY??? I am full of squee and need to vent. What is wrong with you people? *g*

Aren't we a gorgeous bunch? Pity that poor guy at the front, though. Who let him in? ::G::

A few more pix; Garett, a pair of shameless doxys at the Sunday Q&A and a shot from dinner, Saturday.

OMG! OMG!! OMG!!!
Words can't even begin to describe the time we've had... So I won't even try. ::G::