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kittygopounce is trying to talk me into accepting chocolate as a suitable form of death. This isn't the strangest thing that's happened today, but it comes close. The strangest thing today was coming in at the tail end of a workshop to find 3 childhood friends playing in the band. Ernie didn't know that I went to school with Irine and Mulaim. (I didn't even get to talk to Mulaim - life intervened).

My big aim for tonight is to find out if any of the videos of half-dressed morris dancers aping belly dancing worked. Alas, none are of my morris-dancing friends, so I can't threaten to show their mothers.

In other news, the folk festival is still there. We came home due to super-fatigue. Super-fatigue has forced us to eat chicken soup (kittygopounce made it last night) and to decide between Doritos and chocolate for dessert*

Tomorrow, life returns to normal. My task between now and then is to discover what this thing called 'normal' is, so that I can enforce it.

*It has now been suggested to me that icecream is as suitable for dessert as Doritos.