percival

In the immortal words of the Rutles when they learned that their manager Leggy Mountbatten had absconded to Australia: I'm shocked and stunned at the amazing feedback. Can I just say that all of you are very welcome to Scotland?

I will probably go to the South on my own next year. That way, I'll be able to talk HP without boring my husband too much :) He's fine with letting me do my own thing, btw. One of the reasons why I'm so happy with him.

This year, it's going to be the moderate climates of the North, flying in to Seattle. (I want to see Powell's book store and Fup the Store Cat. I shall be royally p***** off if Fup is just an invention for the sake of their newsletter.)

We're going to decide on flights this weekend, I think. I shall have to get some maps first, though :)

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Oh, and my VoxM moment? Sorry, Vox, but this guy just so reminded me of your amazing gigolo. I get a Yahoo!Messenger message from someone called villain446. I demand to know his RL name - maybe it's someone I know, but have forgotten the id of. Turns out he's male, 25, from Edinburgh, and wants to know where I'm based. I tell him I'm happily married and about to rush off to a meeting. (No offense). Making friends this way just freaks me out - I'd much rather meet people via message boards or the Quill. I blocked him immediately. I don't think I overreacted ...