There's been work, which continues marvellous if frustrating and occasionally driving me mad by virtue of involving a cellist who comes in sometimes and tries to force his lunch on me. There's been talking and stitching in the company of asrana, whom I love very much. There's been a lot of getting the flat ready for the arrival of sanssommeil (very soon now!) and impressing my parents by being able to ring up water companies and things. There's been cake! with clockworkwasp; always a bonus. There's also been a couple of evenings spent in the truly outstanding company of frozen_in_honey and her co-conspirators, who are bloody marvellous.
I've been having quite a good time, really. I suppose that's why I've not been posting. :) Been reading, though, mostly, except on work days where I sort of lose track, almost as if I were some kind of real person. But, of course, I'm not. Because a real person wouldn't spend her work filing programmes about concert performers with ESP channeling music by Debussy from beyond the grave, whilst refusing salmon sandwiches from a cellist.
*One of several, obviously.