Imagine me trapped at the bottom of a deep, dark well (naked, naturally) because that's what it feels like with no internet connection. This is due to (oh, I don't bloody know) and I now realise I will never do anything as difficult in life as try to speak to my broadband provider (because they're trapped down another well).
I'm about to disappear into operation land anyway so I've braved the gloom of the internet cafe to sign off formally for a few weeks. When I'm back: gruesome details of my operation; more than you ever needed to know about landlord & tenant law in England & Wales; how D came to be living with Andy the Gay Policeman; and some more rubbish about cats and bicycles.
I'll just leave you with a fleeting glimpse of me turning a corner yesterday as a gust of wind billowed my skirt waist high, just at the moment a van load of builders, two nuns and a crocodile of small children went by.
bon chance fair ( but filthy) maiden
Posted by: badjon | 28 May 2009 at 06:19 PM
Egalement... bonne chance!
Posted by: Mac | 28 May 2009 at 09:45 PM
Good luck with your operation Lucy! We're all thinking of you!
Posted by: hmmmm | 29 May 2009 at 01:40 AM
Take care, and be safe...
Posted by: Loki | 29 May 2009 at 11:47 PM
I'm sure it will be fine - too many prayers from fans for it to be otherwise. Aleady looking forward to hearing about it when you are back
Posted by: Hugh | 31 May 2009 at 11:38 PM