| Monday, March 04, 2002 |
 | Breaking silence to welcome Paul and Meg to their new home. Well, not to welcome, really, because I don't live there. But to say "Welcome to your new ho-"....oh, you know what I mean. Point being, they are in the process of newhoming, and best of luck to 'em. Saw them at Luke's birthday party, although we didn't get much of a chance to talk - by the time I had caught up with one set of online chums, it was closing time.
It must be in the air. I was chatting to my dear alligator-wrasslin' mama last night, who is also moving house, an activity described as one of the most traumatic of one's life. However, as she observed, since in the last decade she's done redundancy, breakdowns, terminal illness, divorce, more terminal illness, bereavement and, of course, the alligator-wrasslin', this shouldn't be too tricky. In a perfect world, she would then have directed a stream of blackened tobacco spit dead into the centre of a freshly-cleaned spittoon, making a brassy clanging noise.
But we don't live in a perfect world.
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