reynardo | Bleugh

I am supposed right now to be getting changed ready for

frou_frou's wonderful Book Launch. Instead I am gauging the distance to the toilet, thinking back over the food I've eaten in the last 24 hours, and trying to hope that the lurking nausea isn't going to become worse. Body, your timing is SHOCKING! Actually, considering that both

lederhosen and I have had almost identical diets in the last 2 days, my suspicions are strongly on a virus. Bleugh.

Two other rotten things (of course they come in threes) - my mouthplate cracked on the side and has been sent away for mending, isn't expected back until Friday. And my lovely laptop has had keyboard issues, and that won't be back until possibly next Monday! *sobs* I'm stealing

lederhosen's when I can, but he's been home ill and so theft has been sporadic.

So to amuse me, the following:

Blowing up an anvil!

Alas, what it's missing is a puzzled coyote underneath it as the shadow of the descending anvil gets closer and closer...

And

Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright write Hot Fuzz slash by Twitter.

And now, to seriously consider Miso Soup, and an early night. With Gronking.