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We just got back from an awesome long weekend in Paris. I will post more about what we did and saw in Paris when I am less sleepy, but the most significant by far is that whilst we were wandering through the gardens of Versailles palace Gwyn proposed.

I'm really happy. It seems I've never really given much thought to engagement rings and weddings but now that I need to, it's very exciting.

Current Mood:

excited

I don't have that flu but I am quite poorly.

I haven't been able to find any prices out yet (so might be an idea to tell me your limit in case the cheap tickets go first) and I understand they are likely to sell out very quickly when they go on sale tomorrow.

I'll be trying to book some tomorrow so let me know soon if you're interested!

On the plus side I have wooden floors and the shoe was my croc so it's all sorted now.

I was just about to get into my car this morning to see if I could drive out of the side road and was stopped by a man who had half abandoned his van at the bottom as he did the same and slid all the way back down the road, backwards towards the petrol station... then the snow starting coming down REALLY heavy so I gave up.

I love snow. It would be even better if Gwyn's workplace weren't being dimmys and telling people it's still fine to stay in work (he managed to get out before the snow got heavy cos he was parked further down). If you're listening dimmys - SEND HIM HOME, Pontypool is FULL of snow.

I'm currently debating whether to get my belly out or not, hmmm.

I'm quite pleased with how much I've learnt in the past year or so - I can now improvise like an amateur :o)

I didn't see them leave the garden so not entirely sure how they got there but when I popped my head out to call them back in I could hear socks crying from next door's garden. It's literally only a 4ft wall but he couldn't seem to work out how to get back and just sat there looking at me and miaowing until Gwyn went round to their steps and he followed him back round on the pavement.

Rico meanwhile, was happily investigating the garden 3 doors down.

Pretty sure socks is going to be an indoors cat. As I type this he is sat, stretched between my lap and the ledge with my keyboard on, deperately trying to convince me not to use the mouse or keyboard and to instead devote my full attention to stroking him.

I'm debating what to do this weekend. I think there's a vipers event but I'm not sure I really fancy larping, I still have a bit of a cold.

It's been a while since we ventured East so maybe that would be an idea.

I then discovered that kittens are made of yuck, but at least I didn't have to work out how to get the slug remnants into the bin.... eurgh

Does anyone know if slugs are toxic or otherwise a bad thing for kittens to eat?

Current Mood:

nauseated