Sick again. I don’t interact well with overcast climates with nasty wind.
That aside, used illness as an excuse not to do any more work on stories (and why should I when they’re not paying?). Instead, went to Oxford with my ex Jocelyn (who’s now married and living in Bristol) and had a wonderful day being Lord of the Ring geeks. We met at the Ashmolean Museum, apparently the oldest in the country, walked past the Bodlean Library down Rose Lane into the beautiful meadow and round to Merton College (one of the three original Oxford Colleges and the one where Tolkien had his office) and went from there down gorgeous Queens’ Lane to the Eagle and Child pub where Tolkien and CS Lewis and the rest of the Inklings used to meet on a Tuesday and discuss their books.
Lo and behold, shocko and littlecountess walked in! I didn’t even know they were in the vicinity! Anyhow, we all sat around and chatted and had pints and it was lurvely.
Lost an earring somewhere but if that’s the worst thing this trip I’m doing pretty well.
Then went and stayed at steampunk’s place and today wandered around the Victoria and Albert and the Tate Modern. Love free museums, love good art. More on that later, methinks. Ill and need sleep now.
Night all.