Happy face!

I'm not posting a lot at the moment. This is largely because I have absolutely nothing to say. I'm in that wallowy period in a long-distance relationship where I'm just near enough to seeing my beloved to know it's not far away, and just far enough to be fed up that it isn't nearer. Still, every day, it is. And feeling sorry for yourself makes terrible reading if you're a boy (though maybe this is entertaining for the female reader? Answers on a postcard).

But this evening I fence again. And as far as I can tell, this week people will get to hit me. LAst week I got to hit someone, and the week before I didn't even hold a sword, so there's a logical progression. By next week, it'll be kill or be killed, so enjoy the miserable posts while they last!

And this weekend I entertained my parents. By which, I mean I sat them in front of the TV and we chatted and ate chicken. Chickens are important, they're what bring people together. But not for long as my parents are in Egypt now. I'm hoping they'll look up my site, that's the only continent save Antartica that I've never had hits from.

Next weekend there is talk of a Mexican themed party. So far I haven't shaved for a week and a half. I realise this is a horrendous social stereotype, but the Mexicans always had stubbly visages in the westerns - if it's any defence against accusations of racism, I've never met a Mexican I didn't like. There is a reason for that, and it escapes me. But if I was going to an English themed party I'd take tea and a bowler hat, so I hope I'm not offending. Or at least offending equally.

Right.