So, on the one hand I’ve lost my only working vibrator and on the other the Jellicle Cat is more than making up for this loss.
On the one hand I had horrible, horrible dreams last night about every single lover I’ve ever had in only slightly out of chronological order and on the other because I couldn’t sleep very well I headed out to meet Last NS in fairly good time this morning and got treated to the sight of a very determined FJ cycling down Greaves Road looking frankly delicious.
Gardening was good because it did eventually cheer up this morning, visiting the St Martins Art exhibition with M-o-T was better because I saw some things that screamed YS to Blackhurst Swainson and I.
Busing over to Torrisholme to see Ex-Gardnerian for his art lesson was fun as this meant I got to see a Polish guy being arrested for being drunk and disorderly in close quarters. This was also slightly scary as I was only sat across the aisle from him.
Now I get to prep for my Litha ritual. At some point I really must get ready for my Mexican Party…