Friday on my mind

So, I suddenly realised that I hadn't actually written anything very much here for a week or two and had instead been posting links and music and pictures with very little text, so after two mugs of lavazza, and in no particular order i'm thinking about the things that have happened this week.

There were two pieces of lovely news from friends - one of a new life to come in August and another of recovery.

There was strange kismet with someone I admire enormously about The Saw Doctors, which made me smile about how much the world links up.

Someone else was struggling with work and feeling homesick and trapped and unable to express themselves and I could feel their frustration all those miles away but all I could say was everything will be OK, because it will, right?

There was 'Never let me go' - which I had never heard of until this week when I saw the film being publicised, but recognised the author Kazuo Ishiguro from Remains of the Day. Is it wrong that I immediately wanted to read rather than see it?

So saying, I have requested it from our local library. Because yes, I do use our local library, avidly, and no, of course I don't want to see our libraries being closed.

There was stripeycat nausea and great tiredness with a creeping sniffle.

a hard-working Voodoo with a zombywoof behind the eyes and a cough that wouldn't quit

and continuing avian mutation with Scrib, who, by his own admission, is probably dying.

But it wasn't all bad, there were kisses too.

and although I don't buy into the hallmark cliché of it all, what with Valentines day round the corner, that seems like a good place to leave it.