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Friday:
Had plumber in to fix leaking loo. Unfortunately this meant that I got absolutely nothing done until after he'd left ... which was around 2pm. Flew into town1 to get emergency prescription done for mum and to pootle round the shops whilst waiting for it to be made up. Regular readers may remember that I was, at one time, an NPC for the Lorien Trust and that I was "responsible" for the Harts faction. When my colleagues and I resigned from that position2 the lovely members of the faction clubbed together to buy us gifts. Some weeks ago, the ever-lovely

Thank you very much to everyone who contributed to the leaving gift all those years ago, the jacket is lovely and I shall treasure it (and remember you) for a long time to come.
After buying said jacket and picking up the prescription5 it was off to Sainsburys to practically run around the store doing the fastest grocery shop of my life6 prior to a frenzied bout of packing and a break-neck drive to Sexbat Towers to pick up


On our way back to Sexbat Towers we dropped

Saturday
I awoke to realise that my shrewd plan to avoid drinking my own body-weight in sherry had worked and that I was sans-hangover ... this was a good thing ... and a first for me at Sexbat Towers. Slight worry when there was an enigmatic LJ-post that indicated that the rest of the weekend may not proceed quite as planned. However, all's well that ends well and, waving farewell to my gracious hosts, I drove post-haste to the foot of Orthanc and my next destination, the lair of

Then we went to the post-wedding celebration of


Then back to my host's abode to drink wine and Chat9. So much chat was there that the clock had struck 6am before we decided to call it a night.
Sunday
Woke up, having decided that my host's assertations as to the comfiness of his sofa had been exagerrated and that I really should have summoned up the gumption to unroll my pocket futon. It was also at about this point that I broke the zip on my sleeping bag *sigh* so I've tentatively ordered one of these since a sleeping bag counts as essential equipment for me and I dare not delay replacing it. After some hours (during which I entertained myself with American Gods and coffee) my host arose and we fell to chatting once more. Thence out to lunch/dinner at a rather fine gastro-pub and more chat.
I have discovered that

Thence a swift stop for a bit of coffee, more chat and more not-stepping on Byron, before heading homeward.
Astonishingly the drive home took a mere three hours, I can only attribute this to falling through some kind of wormhole or something. Also, my beloved car looks as though it has crossed the Kalahari in storm season, thanks to the over-active gritters who were paving my way.
All in all, a very splendid weekend; many thanks to my respective hosts.
1 No, not literally.
2 It's a long, and not terribly entertaining, story.
3 A coffee-table book with photographs and comments from every member of the faction ... hence, not her fault that it failed to materialise.
4 In a good way.
5 Prepared by the slowest chemist ever.
6 How I didn't become appallingly ill following that is a complete mystery to me.
7 I was concentrating too hard on driving wearing New Rocks™ to spare any thought for navigating.
8 Possibly because he was now able to open both his eyes.
9 Though with no attendant cat-treading this time ... this may be because Byron was giving me a very wide berth.
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Date: 2006-03-07 12:02 pm (UTC)So pleased it was a great weekend