She arrived here on Wednesday February 23rd, landing at LHR at ten to seven in the morning. I collected her, her mother (who comments in her journal as "amomymous") and her stepfather. I drove us all to their hotel in Acton and, after coffee and sandwiches, took scarlatti home.
After a Wednesday at home making up for lost time, on the Thursday we headed north for Redemption, and you should expect a convention report from me in due course. Watch this space.
We returned home on Monday, too tired and ill to head up to London for a pub meeting, and instead popped round the corner to a nearby steak house. This was because, following a carefull study of my pictures from Novacon, scarlatti wanted to sample a proper British sundae. So, following the delights of lamb burger and duck, we plunged jointly into the chocolatey goodness of the Ultimate Beefeater Challenge.
Regrettably, I had to work on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. There's information about what scarlatti was doing meanwhile in her journal here. On Friday, I had to go to a client site for the day and got back far too late.
On Saturday, I took scarlatti to a party hosted by hawkida and tobesv, which was rather quieter and more mellow than similar events in the past -- a lot of the usual suspects were busy elsewhere, but nevertheless it was a good night. Once again, there's a writeup in scarlatti's journal.
Yesterday we were back at Boss B's house for a day's work, but today I was working at home -- effectively designing a new Linux distro so that we can deploy application servers more swiftly. Lots of fun.
We've done other stuff, but if I write about it here Dop will hide his head in his hands and run away. Lasagna now. With garlic bread.