Category: old blogging

I really need to do some work on The Project, but I’m simply too tired. I also have a bit of a sore throat, just when I could really do without going down with the heavy cold that just about everyone seems to have had. Mind you, that is as nothing to what Joanna is going through at the moment. Her mum promised to call me again this evening with an update, but I guess she must still be at the hospital, or maybe she is on the phone to her sister in NYC. I’m quite worried for her.
UPDATE: Joanna’s mum just called. Joanna is improving by the hour and will hopefully be moving off of the high dependency ward soon. That’s a great relief.

Just had a call from Man From NatWest. Looks like I have some work to do to convince him.

Just had a call from Joanna’s mum. Doesn’t sound like Joanna is having much fun at all, so thoughts with her.

What the lyrics of Destiny’s Child’s Bootylicious really mean, via the wonder that is Lukelog.

I am utterly, utterly exhausted. I could really use that old magic wand to wave over life at the moment as well.
Still, lots of work to do. Best get on.
I’m tempted to put out another request for jokes, but after your last collective performance, I’m not so sure. Anyone got some really good jokes?

Go give the boy a hug.
Urf. Spent this evening with Polly, Jo and mostly with Sarah, chewing the cud. I’ve cocked up, basically, and really could do with an ego boost. Urmf.

Thoughts with Joanna, who should be just coming round after her surgery as I type this.

Oh dear.

Zzzzz. It’s going to take me a few days to get my mind and body back to GMT. And I have to go to Germany on Thursday. How do people who do this all the time cope?

Did I tell you that I plan to go back to California in July? Next time, I don’t plan to travel alone.