She's done it again

Remember yesterday when I said "More tomorrow, hopefully"?

Well, it turns out that Cathy was very silly and, although she managed to compose half a blog entry at work (yes, after she'd finished doing all her actual work), she forgot to email it home. Or rather, she sent the email but never attached the attachment. Gah. Still, you should get it on Monday when I actually have access to my computer again.

In the meantime, I shall direct you towards an account of my Wednesday because I'm too lazy to say more than: I took a day off work and, amongst other things, got some more books signed by Terry Pratchett. On the plus side, we were in and out in record time, even for me (I'm always near the front of the queue at Pratchett signings; once I was even the third person there). On the downside, however, I managed to say barely a word, other than trying to convince him that yes, it was the 29th today and not the 28th (me: "It is the 29th today, honestly - I've had this date in my calendar for weeks." Kevin, elbowing me: "Shh, he'll think he's important!"). This always happens - I'm never quite sure of what to say, and so I end up saying nothing. Except for last year, when I did have something to say, but was instead stunned into silence by Terry saying, "I've signed books for you before, haven't I?"

Result: mouth opening and closing. Think goldfish.