Oh Fay that sounds absolutely lovely. Except for the bit about the cockroach.

My travel-avoidant DH (yes, he's the one who wanted to be a diplomat since he was little) is actually excited about our trip to Egypt this fall.

Actually, another friend just went to Egypt for R&R, but to a Red Sea resort. This is the one who had a grenade tossed at her house. I asked if she'd gotten bored waiting for her house to be bombed and had gone to one of the places most likely to be blown up to get some action. She's a single mother, so it was her, her daughter, and the nanny, and apparently passport control gave them some grief about where their husbands were. @@

It couldn't be a prettier day here. Just beautiful. However, an old woman stopped me in the street and said "Is today Friday? It was..." Having to tell her it's Saturday made me a little sad.

Skipping 150 posts (will go back, I promise) to say thanks for the parasol links and to trade a link to an artist related to someone I know who makes very cool gothy stuff. These , in particular, made me think of Jilli. The "Little Miss Crow" stuff is remeniscent of Pete's work too.

Ahhhh. Today has been a little piece of heaven. Spent it with the Wallybee, we went to the National Gallery of Victoria. Checked out ancient Greek and Egyptian antiquities, I provided running commentary ("See how they have the testicles at slightly different levels? The Greeks only started doing that after about the 6th century BC.") Then we had a look at the Asian exhibit, and she provided running commentary ("See how there are no testicles at all? That's because it's a landscape picture, you obsessed freak.")

Anyway, a lovely day. And then Keiran (other brother) came over for dinner. Wallybee loves watching the dynamics between me and my brothers. Oh, and Keiran showed me his new tattoo. I won't be teasing him about it anymore:

M
20.11.1943 - 27.12.2004

Timelies huggles to everyone. Don't ask me why I'm all gooshy of a sudden. (Because I have no idea, not because there's some icky reason)

Oh, billytea.

ETA ask if there's anything I can send from Yorkshire that you might like?

Sweet of you to ask, but I'm good. And I'll be back in Yorkshire in a month's time myself!

You have no sunglasses? How do you exist in sunlight?

Very large blot-out-the-sun hats. (Although I actually own 3 pairs of sunglasses - but the fabulous rose-tinted ones with the rhinestones got broken, and that leaves me with the prescription ones (only good if I'm having a glasses day rather than contacts) and a rather scratched pair that are...well...somewhere. Um. I had them in SF, and I'm pretty sure they're in a pocket of a bag or something. Probably. Um.)

ion I'm really enjoying Tanya Huff's Smoke and Shadows. She has a very Jossian sensibility, but now with added Canada, eh? And what's not to love about exchanges like this:

"Even if we save the world, I'm going to lose my job, lose my apartment, and end up turning tricks in Gastown. All of a sudden, I'm feeling a lot more sympathy toward Season Six Buffy."

"Is that supposed to mean something?"

"Twenty first century, Henry; try to keep up."

Oh, billytea.

It's quite gorgeous. And it's Old English script, which as he noted means that you can make out an A in the first half of the letter, a pair of Ns, and an E from the middle stroke. Our mother's name was Anne.

I slept! I slept. From like 10:30pm till 5am. Then back to bed at 6am till 9am.

I still feel exhausted, but I SLEPT!

I need massive massive find my purse ~ma.

I was so tired last night, I went over to Mom's and talked to her, then showed her the painting and then came home. Then last night (after I took my meds) I decided to get something out of my car and then didn't see my purse (my car was locked). I assumed I just was groggy and either brought it in or left it at Mom's.

I can't find my purse in my house, Mom says it isn't at hers and I know I didn't leave it at the First Friday thing.

So either I stuck it some place and I can't remember OR I left my car door unlocked when I went back into Mom's with the painting and someone stole it. I'm totally freaked.

Oh, askye. I'm so sorry. How scary! I hope you find it soon.