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See, generally I find balls disappointing adventures in overhype; one prepares for ages and spends more time enjoying the pre-tartment than the actual event. This one was different. The guild hall in Salisbury was a beautiful setting, carriages turning up to the door, string quartet followed by gothboppaproppa*, but these are not what made this the best ball I've ever been to, no. That came down to the glorious guests.

People took the theme of fairies to the max, sparkling in brilliant costumes, corsets and wings and masks became tree ents and moth people, harlequins, 18th century fantasies, cyber-ravens, fire elementals, moon men and butterfly ladies, one notable example of silverness and fay dreadlocks adorning herself with fairy lights powered by a battery pack concealed in her bosom. We all looked magnificent with nary a whiff of cheese, and the guest list read like a catalogue of mates in real life and via lj; I'm not going to name anyone for fear of missing someone out, but I hope you all know how fantastic you looked. All I can add is my delight in meeting and catching up with everybody. The organisers are thinking of running a midwinter ball and I am up for it, if we have any money spare...

In other news,

larians has been offered a relocation package that makes it appropriate for us to move to London. The idea is to let out our house and rent my brothers place. I have my doubts re certain aspects of this, but in the main, I think I am very pleased. The main bugbear I have right now is my ridiculous out of control fatigue - I seem unable to do anything, including continue this post! More later I hope xxx

*Though the years change us all, and I must now concede that it's possible to tire of 'Temple of Love' after the first 4 minutes.