Day-na daaaaay-na!!! *cracks whip*
In other words, did everybody watch Eurovision? I hope so! :-D
Stupid Eurovision party at Ivan's was of the fun, pizza chocolate and more pseudomusical cheese than any human being should be able to listen to. Highlights were the winners (Xena Warrior Princess with whips and nonsense words), the insanely camp dude from Bosnia, and the Croatian bloke who may or may not have looked like Methos from Highlander and kept singing lyrics that matched the standard Methosfic to a T. Was quite scared by the unbelievably orange makeup they'd all been slathered in though, even the Irish guy looked fluorescent.
Today has been rather less indigestion-inducing, but just as much fun. Met Ms. Peel in Oxf town for a good old gossip, and great fun was had by all. I love our coffee chats, they make me feel so much less disgustingly mature than I pretend to be the rest of the time ^_^ (Her li'l brother Chris passed his driving test! CHRIS! He's five! Suddenly I feel ooooold... O.o)
And it is sunny and lovely and I zonked with her in the Exeter Fellows' Garden for a couple of hours, and we nearly got our toes taken off by a roving band of homicidal croquet-players. But they missed.