An odd old weekend
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Happy Monday to you all! Here’s all the news and views of what I got up to last weekend.
Friday
My journey back from Madrid was hot and frustrating because I wasn’t feeling too great. The heat had got to me and I was feeling hot, dizzy and headachy. I added pissed-off-edness to that list when the Iberia crew refused to let me use my Clie on the flight. Apparently, Iberia have banned ALL forms of electronic equipment on ALL flights – muppets! To the best of my knowledge, the flight safety implications of your average laptop is minimal. However, I suppose they are getting concerned about embedded telephone cards et al – hey ho! However, I don’t think I’ll be flying with Iberia in the near future!
Things looked up as I disembarked as I saw a superb dress wrapped around an equally superb woman. I admired the view for a few moments and then wrestled with my carry-on bag full of booze and tobacco and lost sight of her. I saw her again as we waited for our bags on the carousel and I thought I recognised the dress as a Muji dress that is styled to look like a dress pattern. She ended up standing close to me and we both drummed our fingers as our bags failed to materialize. She sighed and then I sighed and we both giggled and started to talk. I asked her if her dress was a Muji and she smiled and said yes but asked me why I had noticed it. I said it was because it had looked so striking and beautiful on her! That seemed to break the ice quite effectively and we were soon chatting away to each other. I found out that she lived and worked in Oxford and she found out that I got down to Oxford quite a bit. We talked about Spain and business travel and plans for the weekend (she had to attend a black tie party at Chartwell Boat House) I didn’t find out if she was wearing a wedding ring because she was studiously guarding her left hand! I was just about to exchange business cards and see if she’d like to meet for a drink when my phone went – it was Mendi phoning for a chat! Her timing couldn’t have been worse, because at that moment out bags started to arrive and Muji Lady’s bag was off first. My last sight of her was of her waving and blowing me a kiss as she went through to customs. I grabbed my bag almost before it emerged onto the conveyor and rushed out into the Arrivals Hall, but alas, she had gone. :@(
Her beautiful face haunted my thoughts on the drive home and made the journey fly by. I told Mendi and Kanga all about it when I got through the door and they thought the incident was hilarious – harpies – grrr! Kanga was round for a drink and a smoke or two, but the evening ended early and Mendi and I headed to bed on a hot and sticky evening where we proceeded to get hotter and stickier!
Saturday Morning
Pixie and I went to Saturday Surgery at the Doctors this morning. She went to get her hayfever/asthma medications sorted out. Whereas I only went to let my Doctor know that work would be sending him a request for a medical report on me. We talked about this for a while and then he pumped my arm up we both got a shock – my blood pressure had leapt back up to 166/116! Not good, not good at all :@( But the stress and heat of Madrid coupled with the crap at work probably have much to blame for the rise. He immediately offered to sign me off for two weeks which is the normal time it takes for new medications to take effect but, given the current situation with work, I refused. We agreed that I needed to take things easier and he’s added a different tablet to my medication. You won’t be surprised to find out that I felt much, much worse after I found out my BP
We came home and I felt crap and could hardly keep myself from crying into Mendi’s shoulder in a mixture of self-pity and frustration. Mendi was up to her neck in work and was busily trying to complete Medieval costumes for Alexi and Ivan for their school production of Robin Hood. I think Mendi has realised that some of her previous lives must have been as medieval tailors, miliners or cobblers, because she has made superb costumes for the boys. She is such a *!
I tried to spend the rest of the day as quietly as possible, but true to form I couldn’t stop myself doing bits and pieces. This was not helped by it being the day of the School Fete which was after which, 2 years ago, that my raised BP was diagnosed - synchronicity bites! We spent a fair bit of money and won two horrible bottles of wine that will get dropped off at the sort of party where you don’t want a return invite. Pixie was pleased because she managed to intercept some good china that was destined to end up in a plate smash and got 6 mugs, 4 bowls, salt and pepper shakes and a huge serving bowl for less than a tenner. I didn’t do much else with the rest of the afternoon and even failed to mow the lawn or do the weekly shop.
Saturday Evening
Pixie and Daemongirl joined us in the early evening and that seemed a good excuse to have a little drink or two. Bizilizzie, Ginger Jen and Ravishing Rob soon joined us and we settled down for lots of gossip. Somewhere along the line
daemongirl succumbed to the effects of a can of Guinness, two glasses of Dooleys and some Pink Drink! (only rose wine) and fell asleep on the coach. Pixie decided that she wanted to go home and Rob rushed to go with her! That left Lizzie and Mendi to gossip whilst Jen and I turned the music up to drown out
daemongirl’s snores and danced like mad things. We soon collapsed into a chair and didn’t try too hard not too behave like bad things! Lizzie decided that she needed to get back, but Jen wanted to carry on dancing, so I hoisted her onto my shoulder and carried a struggling Jen to the car. My attentions could have been part of the reason why she had to ask her mum to stop the car after half a mile and throw her guts up – Well and truly broken!
Sunday
I got a rain-check for Father’s Day because Mendi had been too busy for the previous week to arrange any pampering for me. However, I got lovely cards from the boys that had been prepared in French Class. We both got up and about fairly quickly and I took Maggie for a long walk around the village in the glorious morning sunshine. Our walk ended by the stream where she got to have a good wallow in the deep, cool water under the bridge. I did wonder if she was at risk from wayward Norwegian Trolls or the nasty spider creature from Raymond Feist’s Faerie Tale! I received a nice doggy shaky shower as I walked home, but still felt hot, dizzy and exhausted and needed to rest a bit before doing anything else.
Pixie joined us during the morning to open her presents and then she helped me to do some of the jobs I needed to do whilst Mendi attended to the paperwork of one her clients. This seemed to produce a lot of waste paper and so the domestic team did a recycling run and some shopping at Co-op before coming home to mow the lawn and do the preparations for Pixie’s BBQ later that evening.
This was a quiet affair with just TGT, Sandra and Bizilizzie joining us. However, it was still very pleasant and we all sat out on the patio enjoying the warm evening and sipping Pixie’s
Friday
My journey back from Madrid was hot and frustrating because I wasn’t feeling too great. The heat had got to me and I was feeling hot, dizzy and headachy. I added pissed-off-edness to that list when the Iberia crew refused to let me use my Clie on the flight. Apparently, Iberia have banned ALL forms of electronic equipment on ALL flights – muppets! To the best of my knowledge, the flight safety implications of your average laptop is minimal. However, I suppose they are getting concerned about embedded telephone cards et al – hey ho! However, I don’t think I’ll be flying with Iberia in the near future!
Things looked up as I disembarked as I saw a superb dress wrapped around an equally superb woman. I admired the view for a few moments and then wrestled with my carry-on bag full of booze and tobacco and lost sight of her. I saw her again as we waited for our bags on the carousel and I thought I recognised the dress as a Muji dress that is styled to look like a dress pattern. She ended up standing close to me and we both drummed our fingers as our bags failed to materialize. She sighed and then I sighed and we both giggled and started to talk. I asked her if her dress was a Muji and she smiled and said yes but asked me why I had noticed it. I said it was because it had looked so striking and beautiful on her! That seemed to break the ice quite effectively and we were soon chatting away to each other. I found out that she lived and worked in Oxford and she found out that I got down to Oxford quite a bit. We talked about Spain and business travel and plans for the weekend (she had to attend a black tie party at Chartwell Boat House) I didn’t find out if she was wearing a wedding ring because she was studiously guarding her left hand! I was just about to exchange business cards and see if she’d like to meet for a drink when my phone went – it was Mendi phoning for a chat! Her timing couldn’t have been worse, because at that moment out bags started to arrive and Muji Lady’s bag was off first. My last sight of her was of her waving and blowing me a kiss as she went through to customs. I grabbed my bag almost before it emerged onto the conveyor and rushed out into the Arrivals Hall, but alas, she had gone. :@(
Her beautiful face haunted my thoughts on the drive home and made the journey fly by. I told Mendi and Kanga all about it when I got through the door and they thought the incident was hilarious – harpies – grrr! Kanga was round for a drink and a smoke or two, but the evening ended early and Mendi and I headed to bed on a hot and sticky evening where we proceeded to get hotter and stickier!
Saturday Morning
Pixie and I went to Saturday Surgery at the Doctors this morning. She went to get her hayfever/asthma medications sorted out. Whereas I only went to let my Doctor know that work would be sending him a request for a medical report on me. We talked about this for a while and then he pumped my arm up we both got a shock – my blood pressure had leapt back up to 166/116! Not good, not good at all :@( But the stress and heat of Madrid coupled with the crap at work probably have much to blame for the rise. He immediately offered to sign me off for two weeks which is the normal time it takes for new medications to take effect but, given the current situation with work, I refused. We agreed that I needed to take things easier and he’s added a different tablet to my medication. You won’t be surprised to find out that I felt much, much worse after I found out my BP
We came home and I felt crap and could hardly keep myself from crying into Mendi’s shoulder in a mixture of self-pity and frustration. Mendi was up to her neck in work and was busily trying to complete Medieval costumes for Alexi and Ivan for their school production of Robin Hood. I think Mendi has realised that some of her previous lives must have been as medieval tailors, miliners or cobblers, because she has made superb costumes for the boys. She is such a *!
I tried to spend the rest of the day as quietly as possible, but true to form I couldn’t stop myself doing bits and pieces. This was not helped by it being the day of the School Fete which was after which, 2 years ago, that my raised BP was diagnosed - synchronicity bites! We spent a fair bit of money and won two horrible bottles of wine that will get dropped off at the sort of party where you don’t want a return invite. Pixie was pleased because she managed to intercept some good china that was destined to end up in a plate smash and got 6 mugs, 4 bowls, salt and pepper shakes and a huge serving bowl for less than a tenner. I didn’t do much else with the rest of the afternoon and even failed to mow the lawn or do the weekly shop.
Saturday Evening
Pixie and Daemongirl joined us in the early evening and that seemed a good excuse to have a little drink or two. Bizilizzie, Ginger Jen and Ravishing Rob soon joined us and we settled down for lots of gossip. Somewhere along the line
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Sunday
I got a rain-check for Father’s Day because Mendi had been too busy for the previous week to arrange any pampering for me. However, I got lovely cards from the boys that had been prepared in French Class. We both got up and about fairly quickly and I took Maggie for a long walk around the village in the glorious morning sunshine. Our walk ended by the stream where she got to have a good wallow in the deep, cool water under the bridge. I did wonder if she was at risk from wayward Norwegian Trolls or the nasty spider creature from Raymond Feist’s Faerie Tale! I received a nice doggy shaky shower as I walked home, but still felt hot, dizzy and exhausted and needed to rest a bit before doing anything else.
Pixie joined us during the morning to open her presents and then she helped me to do some of the jobs I needed to do whilst Mendi attended to the paperwork of one her clients. This seemed to produce a lot of waste paper and so the domestic team did a recycling run and some shopping at Co-op before coming home to mow the lawn and do the preparations for Pixie’s BBQ later that evening.
This was a quiet affair with just TGT, Sandra and Bizilizzie joining us. However, it was still very pleasant and we all sat out on the patio enjoying the warm evening and sipping Pixie’s
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Happy Monday to you all! Here’s all the news and views of what I got up to last weekend.
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<b>Friday</b>
My journey back from Madrid was hot and frustrating because I wasn’t feeling too great. The heat had got to me and I was feeling hot, dizzy and headachy. I added pissed-off-edness to that list when the Iberia crew refused to let me use my Clie on the flight. Apparently, Iberia have banned ALL forms of electronic equipment on ALL flights – muppets! To the best of my knowledge, the flight safety implications of your average laptop is minimal. However, I suppose they are getting concerned about embedded telephone cards et al – hey ho! However, I don’t think I’ll be flying with Iberia in the near future!
Things looked up as I disembarked as I saw a superb dress wrapped around an equally superb woman. I admired the view for a few moments and then wrestled with my carry-on bag full of booze and tobacco and lost sight of her. I saw her again as we waited for our bags on the carousel and I thought I recognised the dress as a Muji dress that is styled to look like a dress pattern. She ended up standing close to me and we both drummed our fingers as our bags failed to materialize. She sighed and then I sighed and we both giggled and started to talk. I asked her if her dress was a Muji and she smiled and said yes but asked me why I had noticed it. I said it was because it had looked so striking and beautiful on her! That seemed to break the ice quite effectively and we were soon chatting away to each other. I found out that she lived and worked in Oxford and she found out that I got down to Oxford quite a bit. We talked about Spain and business travel and plans for the weekend (she had to attend a black tie party at Chartwell Boat House) I didn’t find out if she was wearing a wedding ring because she was studiously guarding her left hand! I was just about to exchange business cards and see if she’d like to meet for a drink when my phone went – it was Mendi phoning for a chat! Her timing couldn’t have been worse, because at that moment out bags started to arrive and Muji Lady’s bag was off first. My last sight of her was of her waving <i>and blowing me a kiss</i> as she went through to customs. I grabbed my bag almost before it emerged onto the conveyor and rushed out into the Arrivals Hall, but alas, she had gone. :@(
Her beautiful face haunted my thoughts on the drive home and made the journey fly by. I told Mendi and Kanga all about it when I got through the door and they thought the incident was hilarious – harpies – grrr! Kanga was round for a drink and a smoke or two, but the evening ended early and Mendi and I headed to bed on a hot and sticky evening where we proceeded to get hotter and stickier!
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<lj-cut text="Bad News From the Doctor">
<b>Saturday Morning</b>
Pixie and I went to Saturday Surgery at the Doctors this morning. She went to get her hayfever/asthma medications sorted out. Whereas I only went to let my Doctor know that work would be sending him a request for a medical report on me. We talked about this for a while and then he pumped my arm up we both got a shock – my blood pressure had leapt back up to 166/116! Not good, not good at all :@( But the stress and heat of Madrid coupled with the crap at work probably have much to blame for the rise. He immediately offered to sign me off for two weeks which is the normal time it takes for new medications to take effect but, given the current situation with work, I refused. We agreed that I needed to take things easier and he’s added a different tablet to my medication. You won’t be surprised to find out that I felt much, much worse after I found out my BP
We came home and I felt crap and could hardly keep myself from crying into Mendi’s shoulder in a mixture of self-pity and frustration. Mendi was up to her neck in work and was busily trying to complete Medieval costumes for Alexi and Ivan for their school production of Robin Hood. I think Mendi has realised that some of her previous lives must have been as medieval tailors, miliners or cobblers, because she has made superb costumes for the boys. She is such a *!
I tried to spend the rest of the day as quietly as possible, but true to form I couldn’t stop myself doing bits and pieces. This was not helped by it being the day of the School Fete which was after which, 2 years ago, that my raised BP was diagnosed - synchronicity bites! We spent a fair bit of money and won two horrible bottles of wine that will get dropped off at the sort of party where you don’t want a return invite. Pixie was pleased because she managed to intercept some good china that was destined to end up in a plate smash and got 6 mugs, 4 bowls, salt and pepper shakes and a huge serving bowl for less than a tenner. I didn’t do much else with the rest of the afternoon and even failed to mow the lawn or do the weekly shop.
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<lj-cut text="We break Daemongirl and I break Ginger Jen!">
<b>Saturday Evening</b>
Pixie and Daemongirl joined us in the early evening and that seemed a good excuse to have a little drink or two. Bizilizzie, Ginger Jen and Ravishing Rob soon joined us and we settled down for lots of gossip. Somewhere along the line <user site="livejournal.com" user="daemongirl"> succumbed to the effects of a can of Guinness, two glasses of Dooleys and some Pink Drink! (only rose wine) and fell asleep on the coach. Pixie decided that she wanted to go home and Rob rushed to go with her! That left Lizzie and Mendi to gossip whilst Jen and I turned the music up to drown out <user site="livejournal.com" user="daemongirl">’s snores and danced like mad things. We soon collapsed into a chair and didn’t try too hard not too behave like bad things! Lizzie decided that she needed to get back, but Jen wanted to carry on dancing, so I hoisted her onto my shoulder and carried a struggling Jen to the car. My attentions could have been part of the reason why she had to ask her mum to stop the car after half a mile and throw her guts up – Well and truly broken!
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<b>Sunday</b>
I got a rain-check for Father’s Day because Mendi had been too busy for the previous week to arrange any pampering for me. However, I got lovely cards from the boys that had been prepared in French Class. We both got up and about fairly quickly and I took Maggie for a long walk around the village in the glorious morning sunshine. Our walk ended by the stream where she got to have a good wallow in the deep, cool water under the bridge. I did wonder if she was at risk from wayward Norwegian Trolls or the nasty spider creature from Raymond Feist’s <i>Faerie Tale</i>! I received a nice doggy shaky shower as I walked home, but still felt hot, dizzy and exhausted and needed to rest a bit before doing anything else.
Pixie joined us during the morning to open her presents and then she helped me to do some of the jobs I needed to do whilst Mendi attended to the paperwork of one her clients. This seemed to produce a lot of waste paper and so the domestic team did a recycling run and some shopping at Co-op before coming home to mow the lawn and do the preparations for Pixie’s BBQ later that evening.
This was a quiet affair with just TGT, Sandra and Bizilizzie joining us. However, it was still very pleasant and we all sat out on the patio enjoying the warm evening and sipping Pixie’s <b><i><color =="=" blue="blue"> Blue Drink </b></i></color>: Ricard, Blue Bols and Tonic Water. Sandra expressed delight at having Ricard and asked if I had any Wormwood – this prompted the emergence of the bottle of home-made absinthe along with lots of sugar and sliver spoons – madness. I didn’t see the Green Fairy, but I did kiss goodnight to a beautiful Blue Pixie.
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I'm posting this from home after having come home from work with a blindng headache - I'm off to sleep now
<lj-cut text="Lust at Luggage Claim">
<b>Friday</b>
My journey back from Madrid was hot and frustrating because I wasn’t feeling too great. The heat had got to me and I was feeling hot, dizzy and headachy. I added pissed-off-edness to that list when the Iberia crew refused to let me use my Clie on the flight. Apparently, Iberia have banned ALL forms of electronic equipment on ALL flights – muppets! To the best of my knowledge, the flight safety implications of your average laptop is minimal. However, I suppose they are getting concerned about embedded telephone cards et al – hey ho! However, I don’t think I’ll be flying with Iberia in the near future!
Things looked up as I disembarked as I saw a superb dress wrapped around an equally superb woman. I admired the view for a few moments and then wrestled with my carry-on bag full of booze and tobacco and lost sight of her. I saw her again as we waited for our bags on the carousel and I thought I recognised the dress as a Muji dress that is styled to look like a dress pattern. She ended up standing close to me and we both drummed our fingers as our bags failed to materialize. She sighed and then I sighed and we both giggled and started to talk. I asked her if her dress was a Muji and she smiled and said yes but asked me why I had noticed it. I said it was because it had looked so striking and beautiful on her! That seemed to break the ice quite effectively and we were soon chatting away to each other. I found out that she lived and worked in Oxford and she found out that I got down to Oxford quite a bit. We talked about Spain and business travel and plans for the weekend (she had to attend a black tie party at Chartwell Boat House) I didn’t find out if she was wearing a wedding ring because she was studiously guarding her left hand! I was just about to exchange business cards and see if she’d like to meet for a drink when my phone went – it was Mendi phoning for a chat! Her timing couldn’t have been worse, because at that moment out bags started to arrive and Muji Lady’s bag was off first. My last sight of her was of her waving <i>and blowing me a kiss</i> as she went through to customs. I grabbed my bag almost before it emerged onto the conveyor and rushed out into the Arrivals Hall, but alas, she had gone. :@(
Her beautiful face haunted my thoughts on the drive home and made the journey fly by. I told Mendi and Kanga all about it when I got through the door and they thought the incident was hilarious – harpies – grrr! Kanga was round for a drink and a smoke or two, but the evening ended early and Mendi and I headed to bed on a hot and sticky evening where we proceeded to get hotter and stickier!
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<lj-cut text="Bad News From the Doctor">
<b>Saturday Morning</b>
Pixie and I went to Saturday Surgery at the Doctors this morning. She went to get her hayfever/asthma medications sorted out. Whereas I only went to let my Doctor know that work would be sending him a request for a medical report on me. We talked about this for a while and then he pumped my arm up we both got a shock – my blood pressure had leapt back up to 166/116! Not good, not good at all :@( But the stress and heat of Madrid coupled with the crap at work probably have much to blame for the rise. He immediately offered to sign me off for two weeks which is the normal time it takes for new medications to take effect but, given the current situation with work, I refused. We agreed that I needed to take things easier and he’s added a different tablet to my medication. You won’t be surprised to find out that I felt much, much worse after I found out my BP
We came home and I felt crap and could hardly keep myself from crying into Mendi’s shoulder in a mixture of self-pity and frustration. Mendi was up to her neck in work and was busily trying to complete Medieval costumes for Alexi and Ivan for their school production of Robin Hood. I think Mendi has realised that some of her previous lives must have been as medieval tailors, miliners or cobblers, because she has made superb costumes for the boys. She is such a *!
I tried to spend the rest of the day as quietly as possible, but true to form I couldn’t stop myself doing bits and pieces. This was not helped by it being the day of the School Fete which was after which, 2 years ago, that my raised BP was diagnosed - synchronicity bites! We spent a fair bit of money and won two horrible bottles of wine that will get dropped off at the sort of party where you don’t want a return invite. Pixie was pleased because she managed to intercept some good china that was destined to end up in a plate smash and got 6 mugs, 4 bowls, salt and pepper shakes and a huge serving bowl for less than a tenner. I didn’t do much else with the rest of the afternoon and even failed to mow the lawn or do the weekly shop.
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<lj-cut text="We break Daemongirl and I break Ginger Jen!">
<b>Saturday Evening</b>
Pixie and Daemongirl joined us in the early evening and that seemed a good excuse to have a little drink or two. Bizilizzie, Ginger Jen and Ravishing Rob soon joined us and we settled down for lots of gossip. Somewhere along the line <user site="livejournal.com" user="daemongirl"> succumbed to the effects of a can of Guinness, two glasses of Dooleys and some Pink Drink! (only rose wine) and fell asleep on the coach. Pixie decided that she wanted to go home and Rob rushed to go with her! That left Lizzie and Mendi to gossip whilst Jen and I turned the music up to drown out <user site="livejournal.com" user="daemongirl">’s snores and danced like mad things. We soon collapsed into a chair and didn’t try too hard not too behave like bad things! Lizzie decided that she needed to get back, but Jen wanted to carry on dancing, so I hoisted her onto my shoulder and carried a struggling Jen to the car. My attentions could have been part of the reason why she had to ask her mum to stop the car after half a mile and throw her guts up – Well and truly broken!
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<lj-cut text="Pixie’s Birthday and Father’s Day">
<b>Sunday</b>
I got a rain-check for Father’s Day because Mendi had been too busy for the previous week to arrange any pampering for me. However, I got lovely cards from the boys that had been prepared in French Class. We both got up and about fairly quickly and I took Maggie for a long walk around the village in the glorious morning sunshine. Our walk ended by the stream where she got to have a good wallow in the deep, cool water under the bridge. I did wonder if she was at risk from wayward Norwegian Trolls or the nasty spider creature from Raymond Feist’s <i>Faerie Tale</i>! I received a nice doggy shaky shower as I walked home, but still felt hot, dizzy and exhausted and needed to rest a bit before doing anything else.
Pixie joined us during the morning to open her presents and then she helped me to do some of the jobs I needed to do whilst Mendi attended to the paperwork of one her clients. This seemed to produce a lot of waste paper and so the domestic team did a recycling run and some shopping at Co-op before coming home to mow the lawn and do the preparations for Pixie’s BBQ later that evening.
This was a quiet affair with just TGT, Sandra and Bizilizzie joining us. However, it was still very pleasant and we all sat out on the patio enjoying the warm evening and sipping Pixie’s <b><i><color =="=" blue="blue"> Blue Drink </b></i></color>: Ricard, Blue Bols and Tonic Water. Sandra expressed delight at having Ricard and asked if I had any Wormwood – this prompted the emergence of the bottle of home-made absinthe along with lots of sugar and sliver spoons – madness. I didn’t see the Green Fairy, but I did kiss goodnight to a beautiful Blue Pixie.
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I'm posting this from home after having come home from work with a blindng headache - I'm off to sleep now