When did that happen...?

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Apparently, I've become Old without noticing.

We have tickets to see My Life Story tonight. No, not even that: we have extra special tickets to see MLS tonight, where we get special "free" stuff (wot we paid for with the extra special ticket price) and a post-gig-gig-and-party.

But it's in pigging Shep's Bush. And they aren't on stage until nine. And I really feel that we aren't actually going to end up going. Does anyone want them?

Also, Yellow Warning of snow tomorrow. Is Not On. May have to ring The Girl and tell her to get GB's thick rugs back out in case they're needed. Sigh.

Still, lovely lunch with fjm and E. Mike made the tasty foods. He's good like that.

Edit: and, bah, Mike's gone for a (preparatory, pre-gig, oh god do we have to stay up that late) nap without psychically realising that I was ten pages from the end of my ebook, and the next one in the series isn't on the catalogue, and I can't find his kindle his kindle is by the bed from when he was reading last night, so I can't go and see if he's go it and just not uploaded it... bah. My life? It is hard. Hard, I tell you.

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[fjm.livejournal.com]

Thank you for a lovely lunch. We had a really nice walk then ended up at the George at London Bridge. But the play... meh. So we left early and shared an elevator with some young women who were shocked! shocked! that one of their friends had declared 11:30 "late".

Ah, youth.

I hope the gig was good.