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.