I hope you all remember that Saturday is St Dwynwen's Day. If you feel it's important to remember. And you've got plans. If you feel that it's important to have plans. Or that you are the beneficiary of plans. If you feel you should expect any plans.
Though, I must say, it feels a little weird to be celebrating it if you know the real story. The non-children's version.
Thanks, Idris. I was better off not knowing. Poor Dwynwen.
I can't find any thread in the exact colour I want and it's doing my head in. Yes, I suppose I could charm them to the right shade but charms don't last forever and if I did that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from staring because I am paranoid they will change colour at an inopportune moment. Well, at least I found the buttons before Watson ate them.
Romilda asked about the portrait. She wouldn't if I was a bit smarter and removed the other two as well. I suppose having a blank space between Idris and Cary is a bit suspect. I told her I know nothing about a portrait. And that even if I did, I can't show her because I don't remember where I hid it. Well, I didn't say the last bit out loud, obviously. Not that stupid.
The bed is for sleeping first, the other thing that beds are for, second. Every article in magazines I certainly don't read is all 'how to get so-and-so into bed' and I just think, 'that's really not the issue here. They're already in bed - where else are they going to sleep - so what am I supposed to do now huh, huh, huh?'
The body was confused but I've gotten used to it now.
What I will never get used to, though, is Romilda getting up in the middle of the night to go tend to her potion because inspiration strikes at the oddest of moments. Like, 2am. It was terrible the first time. I was quite sure there were arms around me when I went to sleep and then I woke up and they. weren't. there.
My first thought was why didn't I spend all my free time training Watson to do search and rescue. I went downstairs in a tizzy and there she was. Oh.
Well. I suppose I had slightly overreacted. She doesn't know this though because I said I was sleepwalking and she was dreaming I was sleepwalking so I was doubly not present. I went back upstairs and lay down staring wide-eyed at the ceiling forever until I heard footsteps and then I rolled over and snored a bit because only people who are fast asleep snore. Then the arms came back so I'm fine now, really.
But seriously she should leave a note next time.