I've spent the last few days trying to catch up with friends. The trouble with living in America is there are people I do not see as much as I would like to.
In the Derbyshire Peak District I saw Colin Greenland and Susanna Clarke
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We went to a pub. The Three Stag's Heads. Best pub ever. Dogs everywhere, along with a 300 year old mummified cat. This is the pub sign.
I travelled from there to Kent, to stay with Dave and Clare McKean. They had blackberries, and a son named Liam, and a Garden Thing made by their daughter Yolanda.
And.... something's now being buggy (either Blogger or the hotel internet) and pictures are not being uploaded. So I will stop here for now, and finish tonight, by which time I will have stolen a TARDIS had a giant catching-up dinner with Terry Pratchett.
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