Yay, thank you both! There's someone on LJ who is looking for it today and tomorrow for me. If they aren't able to find it, I will make piteous whimpering noises here.

Jilli, I'm in possession of a copy. (Last one in the shop, it seemed like a good idea.) If you want it, let me know where to send it (profile addy is good). (If not, no worries. I'll read it-- I'm supposed to be revising for this week's exams, but procrastination is winning by miles.)

Eeee, you darling! The person on LJ hasn't come through yet. I'll send you e-mail right now.

'Twill be in the post ASAP.

'Twill be in the post ASAP.

I love you. Pete will just sigh that other people are enabling my giddy obsession, but in an amused way.

He's right. I am enabling your giddy obsession, and in an amused way to boot.

Casa EvilMoon had a bizarre encounter last night. At about 11pm I was heading out the back door for a smoke, when I noticed something out on the concrete. Thinking it was a wandering dog, I was about to yell at it when I got the shock of my life: it was a dirty great Black Wallaby! I hissed at moonlit to come see, while trying to keep Polly from getting outside but it then started hopping down the driveway. It stopped at the end of the driveway for a few moments before bounding away up the street, after nearly being hit by a car. We watched it disappear around the corner and thought that was the end of it...but then it came back. It stopped out front of the house for a few more minutes, and then hopped away down the road...where it stopped again in the middle of the road, and was nearly hit by the same car again, which must've gone around the block! The damn thing then hopped back towards the house, and came around into the backyard again! Fearing it might get spooked and attack Polly...or me...I managed to scare it back onto the street, and then down to the lagoon. Again--foolishly--we thought it had gone but within a few minutes it was back sitting in the middle of the road about halfway between us and the lagoon. As I was watching it, someone walked around the corner down by the lagoon and up the hill, which sent it hopping straight towards me and back up the driveway into our backyard again. By now I was beginning to get annoyed but when I tried to scare it out again, instead of heading down the driveway, it managed to jump the side fence into our neighbour's backyard. That was the last we saw of it but about fifteen minutes later we heard it hopping--those suckers make a lot of noise when they get moving--outside but by the time we got out there it had finally disappeared for the night.

Heh. And Americans think they have deer problems. Deer can't leap fences nearly as well, I'm thinking.

It must have thought Sylvester and his son were in your house.

Hey Raq, I'm thinking about coming to Greece at the end of Feb. You're in Athens, right?