Wet.

Mutterings continued.

It's another of those blue sky, sunshine, sideways rain, grey sky, rain stops, blue sky, repeat, days.  I got very wet walking from Pathology to Diagnostics to get my ultrasounds, then to the doctor's to make an appointment to get the results of said pathology and ultrasounds.  The ultrasound was quite painful (but at least she warmed the goo) and the blood tests boring.  To the doc's on Tuesday to see what it all means.

The quiz night last night was a lot of fun.  It's good to be the judge, people give you things and tell you how wonderful and lovely you are.  They didn't get points for bribery, though they did get points for creativity and making us laugh.  And for insisting that they were a fish.  I was highly amused that the booby prize for coming second last was an Office upgrade for Windows 95.  On floppy disks.

Congrats to Elaine and her table of Gardeners for the Government.

There was an interesting doco on comic book superheroes last night that featured Alan Moore's Watchmen and the effect the stories had on existing comics.  There was also an interview with Neil Gaiman.

I slept very badly last night (staying up late and getting over excited does that to me) but I had a lot of very interesting dreams. One, which seemed to be very long, involved me appearing in a performance of one of Shakespeare's unknown plays.  The set seemed to be a castle and my performance was confined to dancing around a pole with two other women with flowers in their hair.  The other dreams involved taking photos of art deco houses in London, calendars with birds and elephants in them and murderers masquerading as policemen.