And I've finished up at one-hundred and eleven, unless by some chance I should get bored to-morrow and decide to make some for Mum's patients. And music! ^__^ Also I got out some David Suchet on CD from the library, because I love his voice, and could listen to him read anything for hours.

Bwee. (^________^...! It didn't get battered too much, did I? And oh, N. is so wretchedly disagreeable about all these holidays. 'said you needed a piece of paper shaped like a heart', and all. And Hero--oh, lord.)