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[For the benefit of new readers, I currently don't get online much since my priorities with my new accommodation have focussed on things like carpet, furniture and a supply of food rather than getting hooked up to the Net. It's on the list, but so far hasn't made it close enough to the top to actually get dealt with, and the delay has been compounded by iffy health which has been compounded by having to expend energy on sorting out the flat... Interesting times, you might say. So, the point of that is I don't update this very often, and I don't get a chance to read people's posts very often. It doesn't mean I am not interested.]

I am in the ideal Internet café. Relaxing ambient music. Decent coffee. Vegan snacks. Free internet access (on a Fedora-running setup, no less — oh, the geeky delight!). The downside (you knew there had to be one, right?) is that it is over four hundred miles from where I actually live. (This business of finding goodness but it being a significant distance from home is getting a bit too recurrent for my liking.)

Oh, and the café overlooks a canal (Regent's, I think). It is so cool. And another coffee and I get a free one. Oh, for a matter transporter.

Anyway. Having heard about it a couple of years ago, I finally made it to a Polyday at the weekend. That was fantastic. It was good to meet some people again and to strike up new friendships. Call me thick, but I hadn't realised just how liberating it would be to be in a wholly poly environment. It was fabulous. Makes me more keen than ever to go on the ukpolyretreat.

With regard to people I met at Polyday, I think I have emailed/friended everyone I spoke to and got details from, but if I have overlooked you, comment here (and remind me who you are since I am bit tired and the marrying of faces and names is not going smoothly at the moment. Some of you, of course, I remember very clearly. *waves at eskoala*

Regarding health, in some ways it's not too bad. Spoons are at a decent level for once (and, actually, I am finding that the weekend was good enough I seem to have gained spoons. Yay!) The bugger is the back pain, which remains intermittent, but that is intermittently incredibly bad.

I got down here last week, and while I suppose it isn't unheard of to meet someone you know by accident on a London street, I had been in the city less than half an hour, just got off the tube* and there was multiclassgeek. I have to say, he looks much better than the last time I saw him. ;)

I think (might be wrong) that I posted something about getting a couple of cool (in both senses) shirts at a market a little while ago, and that I thought they would look fab. To judge from the way people were crossing the room to compliment me on my shirt on Saturday, I was not wrong.

I got back to my friend's place late last night. There are some weird people round here at 11pm! (We were pretty certain that three people who passed us in the street last night wanted to know if we had a lilo. Er...) Really needed a bath, so I had one (after tea and gossip, though, priorities first), then to bed very late. And I woke up at 6am. What on earth is my body thinking of? I hope it hasn't forgotten about me not being a bloody morning person. Three hours of shuffling zombieness before I could get some coffee inside me (yes, I have a good friend who has no coffee making facilities! Grrr!). Ah, lunchtime approaches. Must dash.

*At Mornington Crescent. I win. :)