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I'm staying with my parents this weekend, as my grandfather is visiting to celebrate his 81st birthday and I am required to be taken out to dinner a lot (damn...)
Normally when I stay with my parents I sleep in their spare bedroom (most of the house has been done up since I moved out) and it's all very relatively civilised. This time, however, as Grandad is staying in the spare room, I'm down in the basement.

This was my room back when I still lived here. It's full of boxes of stuff, and they've replaced the single bed with a sofabed (I was the first person to sleep on it, last night), and the room smells funny, but it's really odd being back down here. There's even a computer down here now, where I had mine, it the spot where I spent so many late night hours online...
I'm only here for the weekend but I never travel light. I've scattered my stuff around (word never used about me: tidy) and it feels like my space again.

Only this time, with a piano...

I am almost bored enough to watch Big Brother Live.

Surely something has to happen soon?

 I had a dream, the other night. I was at book club, and there was gossip, as usual. The gossip in this instance was about a big house in the town (one which doesn't exist in real life) and the people who used to live there. This part of the dream makes a good plot for a romantic thriller and so I will not be sharing it.

My point is that my dream self spent the entire dream at the table which had all the cake on. (My book club meets for three reasons: gossip, cakes and books). This was a fascinating story about murder, intrigue and secrets.

But my dream was, primarily, about raspberry pie.

This says a lot about me.

It was a lovely wedding. Worth all the driving and organising and everything else to see Liz and Rich so happy.

I think I've been adopted by Liz's family. They're the sort of family where you fit right in, and find yourself calling them all Auntie and Uncle as appropriate.

So very tired...

Weddings always make me feel very single. It didn't help that I was tired, a little hormonal and a little drunk, but there's something about sitting there watching all the couples - particularly at a wedding like this where the couples are my peers - that makes me wonder where I went wrong. I guess I missed the memo - "Grow up, get boyfriend" - but I find myself wondering how on Earth you get from here (single, no men on the horizon) to there (established couple). It's like some bizarre alien world I can't access. And even though I'm fine as I am, there's something about weddings that makes me feel like I haven't achieved something, like there's something wrong with me...
Hmm. Aparently still tired and hormonal, if now hungover rather than drunk...

I was up until 1am, talking to the9thdoctor on MSN about Doctor Who - and then I woke up at six and couldn't go back to sleep. 
 
I've done some work on some of my original writing, answered some comments over at plotbunniesinc, and now I'm going to trawl my flist until it's time to hop in the shower and then go shopping. I need new shoes and some sort of hat for Liz's wedding.
I can't believe that in four weeks time she's going to be Mrs Halfpenny, and jetting off on her honeymoon...

A year ago, I wasn't even a member of the group.

Six months ago, I was a chorus member. I had one line of dialogue, and a small amount of harmony singing.

I am now the Minutes Secretary (so I'm in charge of the official records...) 
I offered last week - an offer which was immediately accepted - to become Editor of the newsletter (so I'm responsible for the main method of communucation to members...) 
Last night I was asked by the directing team for the 2009 musical to act as their liaison to the committee - because I can see things from both points of view, and I'm good a soothing ruffled feathers.

Next stop, total world domination!

I have just discovered that Ronald Hutton is going to be commentating at Tewkesbury this year.

I am really quite excited about this. He was speaking at the first set of lectures I ever went to - when I was studying the English Civil War at A level - and he was by far the most interesting speaker I've ever sat and listened to... and now I might actually get to meet him.
True, they usually keep the recognisable people away from the likes of me and mix them in with the tinnies (that's the guys in armour to the rest of you), but my household usually get the crowd line in the battle, which means that I water near the crowd line, and have actually provided water to the commentators in past years....

Nicole does not get why I'm excited about this.

Well, whatever it is that's wrong with me seems to be getting worse. I said on Thursday that I was starting to lose my voice, just as the show opened... well, on Friday I ran off stage just before the travellers opened for the final chorus number, and only just managed to get two doors closed between me and the stage when the coughing fit exploded.
I carried on through Act 2, and made it to the end of the night.

Saturday... no singing voice. My speaking voice was available for use, and as I was supposed to be pretending to be a man in Act 1, that was fine - my voice was considerably lower than normal, and it worked quite well. When it came to the duet in the second act, however, Eric had to sing it to me rather than with me... and it turns out that he doesn't know the words.
That was the matinee. After a large strawberry shortcake frescato from Costa and a greasy (but lovely) Chinese takeaway during the gap between the shows, I struggled on through the evening performance. I even attempted to sing - it didn't go at all well, but it helped Eric with the lyrics if nothing else.
Oh, and then the zip on my costume for the finale broke, and I wasn't able to go on and mime the last three numbers. I did make it on for the curtain calls...

Sunday, I did nothing.

Yesterday I rang in sick to work and did nothing. When I was awake, I was online with the9thdoctor</lj>and we started writing our next fic - we weren't going to start until this evening, so you may get the fic a whole 36 hours earlier than you would otherwise have done...

Today I have once again called in sick to work, and I've also phoned the doctor. I have an appointment at 6.15 this evening.
I seem to be okay as long as I don't move. At All. It's like I only have part of my lungs available for use, so the less breathing I need to do, the better.
However, "not moving" isn't really a viable option, long term...

I'm going to the pharmacy for some more cold-and-flu meds, and to Tesco for some more squash, as I've been drinking Nicole's. And maybe some ice cream...

***Well, I've been to the doctor, and I'm probably not dying.
This was the first time I've met my GP. I've been registered there for 18 months, but when I went last year for a tetanus booster there was a locum instead (who was useless, didn't understand most of what I said and couldn't do the jab because they didn't have any. Even though I booked the appointment specifically for the jab...)
Anyway, this was the first time I've met her, and she was very nice, although I'd expected her to be younger. And have more teeth. She thinks it's the virus that's going round, which is quite long lasting. I have swollen glands in my throat and shoulders (I didn't know I HAD glands in my shoulders...) and she's prescribed me antibiotics (mostly for my ongoing dental infection) and some hippy stuff homeopathic medication. She's also advised me not to go back to work for a couple of days. So I will be sleeping in some more...

 Why is it that everybody else in the cast got the lurgy two or three weeks ago, and I've lost my voice NOW when we open tonight?
Why is that?
Told Stuart off yesterday for asking if I was okay. This may sound a little harsh, but I've told him enough times to levae me the *?$! alone during show weeks because I have no even less patience than normal with his pointless questions which appear to be constucted purely to create conversation. Was I okay? Well, we'd just finished the dress rehearsal, I was tired (like everybody else), losing my voice, worried about the next day, sick of people leaving the bloody door to the bloody makeup room open so that the sound from the ladies' dressing room travelled out to the stage corridor, a little uncomfortable because I was wearing trousers AND tights, and on top of that I have to get up at 6am and go to work, unlike some smug individuals who've taken the week off because they have no other life and use all their holidays for show weeks. Apart from that I'm just fine. However, I don't want to talk to you, I'm not going to run through that list, so GO AWAY. [I believe I snapped "Yes" and he said "Sure?" and I snapped "Yes" and pointedly walked away. The man WILL NOT LEARN to leave me alone.]
Raaaah! I feel better for that!

The Prologue for  First and Last is now up at plotbunniesincfor your enjoyment!

I've posted my latest fic offering over at plotbunniesinc.
Follow the link to The Time Traveller's Husband.

 I'm sitting in the study, printing out some documents from the laptop for tomorrow's committee meeting. The USB cable runs from the dock to the laptop, all the way across the room, blocking my access to the door.
While the printer is chugging away, I'm supposed to be getting ready to go, finding socks, that sort of thing. So I consider the cable for a few moments, trying to decide whether to limbo under it or try and climb over it, before it finally occurs to me that I could just pick up the laptop. 
I'd claim it was just because it's too early for me, but to be fair I have this dilemma every time I print...

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