Calling last night was, um, painful. My feet still hurt lots from Saturday night's boots, and the music made me cry, and the people.
~sigh~
"Well, to speak with perfect candour, Cecily, I wish that you were fully forty-two, and more than usually plain for your age."
Oooh, look, lots and lots of Whitby galleries. I should really be leaving the house and heading for the station right now, but...but...Whitby photos...
(Later : Oh,
What, me, stalker, never.
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