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[johnny9fingers]

Things have been moving pretty fast.
Both she and I have decided that it doesn't get any better than this. However, prudence upon both our parts would stop us doing anything precipitate.

Logistical decisions will no doubt have to be made. I shall have to find some way of looking after the Mother too.
Anyway, she's met the mother. I have to meet her people, which may be more of an ordeal.

Nick and Em like her very much too. We went to supper at Nick's on Saturday, and drank Champagne and Margaritas. Stephen couldn't get away from his disabled mother and so didn't show, poor lad.

As for She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed....we haven't set a date yet, so don't put out more flags.

Well, I hope I've managed to convey the shape of things in a few sentences. 

Hellish few days ahead.
Pete's Stag night on Thursday, Gig in Cheshire (300 odd miles away) on Saturday evening and on Sunday afternoon I have Pete and Sancha's wedding to attend. Milady is of course busy when I'm not, and vice-versa, but that's just par for the course.

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[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

You know the moment in a dream when the elevator loses its supports and you're in freefall....she's in the lift with me.

The phrase "Fuck, we're in trouble" has been spoken more than once.

[(Anonymous)]

Are you around tonight? It would be nice to speak when not hog-whimperingly pissed.

M

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

Rehearsing tonight from 6pm. Am at my flat 'at home' with Milady tomorrow evening, unless we have to go back to hers. Thursday, etc....(see above)

[(Anonymous)]

Will try to catch you at some point then. In the meantime, enjoy the brain fog. It's always nice when it's a rosy pink one rather than some sort of dull, damp grey arrangement.

M