Hazel

Was able to see the final in the series of ITV adaptations of Jane Austen's books last night, Persuasion. I deduced two things; am hopeless romantic and Rupert Penry-Jones is hot!

Oh, the flangst! And the awkward silences and stolen glances and seconds of intense eye contact and, and, and the kiss at the end!! (I *so* want to pinch the idea and write it -- but for which pairing??)

It brought back memories, for other reasons. Part of the story takes place in Lyme Regis, a place I know well. I have walked The Cobb, stared at Golden Cap and down Chesil beach towards Portland, been spray-lashed, built sand castles in the little harbour bay, admired the Ammonite house and brought home pebbles to be painted.

*sighs*

I've admired the work of a particular artist for over 3 years and always known that owning a piece was beyond my stars. Owing to a chain of circumstance, I can now afford to buy all three of this year's edition.

I no longer want to. I find that incredibly curious. How many of the things that lie beyond our reach would we still want if there was suddenly no barrier to obtaining them?

Nearly a week internet-less. I miss the net when I don't have it, if only cos it's so easy to research on it.

I kept my record of remaining tokenless on Valentine's day. :LOL: I spent it making tea for the 3 workmen who put up the scaffolding for another 3 men to fix the roof. Now I have a fight with the loss adjusters over the insurance claim.

Got to fly now!

We have a thick, well, *fog* this morning. I presume it's air frost because it's very very cold out there. The weather forecast assured 'glorious sunshine' for today and I had thought it would be good to wrap up and go for a walk, clear the cobwebs. Maybe later.

After a fruitless wait for my delivery (hitches and vexations; it's coming on Monday now.) I had to go shopping later than usual. Coming home about quarter past 5, the moon had just risen and hung, large and low, on the horizon. I likened it to a newly minted Sickle tainted with blood. I may drabble Tonks so I can use that line.

And now, I can hear a cup of tea calling me. TTFN

Too many things. A name change, a little electronic quickness-of-the-hand-deceives-the-eye, and I have my peace back again. O, is toigh!

Tha mi ag iarridh briosgaid teoclad. Beannachd leibh!