Going back up to Hertfordshire today, to spend tomorrow in London with my Mom. So I’ll be back Monday at some point, then I’ll be gone again Tuesday. Normal life resumes (sort of) on Wed.
At least until the weekend, when we go to Bristol for the comic convention.
Also, my good friend went into labor this morning.
SW Vaughn had a great post about the antisocial qualities of writers. That’s me all over. I just want to sit at home and work. I don’t wanna go anywhere or do anything. I’ve been all over the southwest in the last week-Dartmoor, Bath, Cheddar, Wales (which was just as exciting as I’d thought, but we were only in the Southeast. I’m making hubby take me to Gwynedd, though, which he’s okay with because he wants to go to Portmerion [I think it’s spelled] where they filmed The Prisoner. That’s not far from Dolwyddelan or Dolbadarn, so I can see my castles and he can see his sci fi stuff. A perfect vacation. Anyway.) I’m actually getting sick of being in the car, and I love road trips. Although I admit they’re not as much fun when I’m squeezed into the back seat with two children, the closest of hom keeps elbowing me.
So there you go. I will have photos in my next post-Stonehenge and Chepstow Castle.