August 26th, 2007

Attack!

Morning, according to my cat

"You're up you're up you're up! I've been thinking about you and trying to keep you warm for the last eight hours but now you're with us again! Hurry up and let's restart that love session we had going yesterday. I know you're just as excited to see me as I am to see you! Um, but can you feed me now?"

(Not enough sleep. Off to Cornwall in 45 mins.)
reading is fun-damental

Deep in the heart of Cornland

Well, we've now been on a train for almost 4 1/2 hours. I've sewn, I've read, I've napped, I've eaten, I've visited the buffet cart, I've complained about the BO of the man sitting facing us, I've changed seats twice, I drank some cider, I played cards. We've really exhausted the possibilities but still have almost 2 hours to go. Argh! Meanwhile I'm trying to read HP6 and after just two chapters I'm ready to run back in Marcel's arms again. Really, it's like eating potato chips and hot dogs when you're used to home cooked meals. Maybe at 40 I'm just not the target demographic.