Enchantments
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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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What day is it? What country am I in?

Tired…

We woke up at, oh, 5:30 a.m. or so—which isn’t bad, considering we went to bed at 10 p.m. We, ahem, celebrated our return home, then got up because we were starving. The plus of this was that it allowed us to say a quick hi to Cat, who was on her way out to work (she got back from band practise last night after we’d fallen over in our collective exhausted stupor).

I’ve just been vaguely tired all day. We finally realised that although we were looking forward to Winter Weekend, we just didn’t want it to be _this_ weekend. It’s nearly 3 p.m. now and Ken’s about to shower; we’re packed (just need to throw stuff in the car) so we can leave once he’s done. We’ll get up there well in time for supper, which is a good thing, because all I’ve wanted to do today is eat (and sleep). However, I did pay bills, and attack the very full In-Box, and generally get more organised.

We watched a very amusing ep of “Charmed” this morning, and we’ve watched a few sitcoms between last night and today, snatching 20 minutes as we eat or need a break to be mindless. Still lots of stuff on the DVR, but all of it is stuff we really want to see.

See ya’ll on Monday!


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