Little update

Creatrix is home late, because both the bus and the train are up the creek. (Possibly literally, given the weather we've been having).

The decorator has just been round, to give us a quote for doing the (converted) loft. It hasn't been done since (long) before we moved in. Seven years ago. *whistles*

I'm cooking dinner - roast pheasant. No onions! No apples! I've improvised with carrots and celery.

My two visitors tomorrow have suddenly shrunk to one - my opposite number in Preston. The big boss was coming down as well, but he's now doing it by video conference.

We're going to see Tutenkhamun (sp?) at the weekend! What's the best way to get to the Dome from central London, and how long should it take?

*nips downstairs to answer phone*

*hits self on forehead for forgetting to buy bread*

I'd better go and make the tea / pour the sherry. Bye for now.

*waves goodbye to FList*

*picks icon*

*offers bonus point to anyone who can tell me what the icon is*