Mamma Mia!

When I become the ruler of a small tropical island, which I will, it will become part of our culture to spontaneously burst into song and dance at random intervals every so often. My kingdom shall be called Music Land, and we will be Dancing In The Moonlight all day long...

Yay.

End of an Era

And it's finished. Done. El Kaput. The Prom 6 had their final, glorious (and wet) caper around today: Cafe Coaster - or Costa Coffee, as mere mortals call it; then to Parker's Piece for ultimate frisbee, the sport of kings. Such emotion, such drama, such a lot of rain. But the imminent threat of pneumonia could not deter we adventurers from having fun and champaggen, as we mourned the departure of Anna, who is a-heading for Hungary in a few days.

For her leaving present, Brier gave her an arty monochromatic photo, and Bernie gave her a cork with a fifty pence piece crudely wedged in it. I'm not sure the latter was particularly poignant, but the heart was there, and that's what counts. Right. Right?

And thus did we split for the final time, vowing to reunite in a year or so. Whether this will ever actually happen is debatable, so I may well have seen Anna for the last ever time ever for eternity super ever.

Which is as weird a thought as that of a fish in a pillow.