Getting out, out, out!

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Today we go to Spain. I will miss you, dear LJ, but god, I need a break from everything! And who knows, the villa may have a PC...The others are talking about going riding. I'm a sack of spuds in the saddle, and I would prefer to spend my time swimming, exploring, and trying to write that stream of consciousness fairytale I keep promising myself.

Things left to do: shower and get pretty, chuck everything perishable out of the fridge, get last minute stuff out of the tumble-dryer, feed plants. I'll buy cosmetic things on our way down to Brum. I have been so crisp and efficient I'm sure some great doom awaits me in punishment.

Last night, Amber Eyes ran his TT Vampire again. Oh woe for my character! It's a great campaign, but she's having an absolutely rotten time. Angst? don't talk to me about Angst! I think I know what she'll do next, but it will be v. hard. Besides, one can never be sure of one's next course of action, as AE is clearly the master of plottage cottage, and we are trapped in his petting zoo!

OK, that's imagery I don't know how to deal with. Spain awaits and stuff needs to be done. Good bye LJ, and if I can't get to you on hols, I will return full of rubbish to witter out of my system in early October.