24th June 2006

its saturday. yippeeeee one might say. but no! saturdays mean nothing different to me. my routine is the same. wake up at 6, go for walk, come back at 745, sit on comp getting hungrier by the second, eat by 845, bum around, head off to aerobics at 915, back at 1115, lounge. and saturday maketh no change. cept Herself is home and more people want the car. no not really. Herself is home and not paying attention to me.

all the heyer im re-reading reminds me of school when besfren and i used to dream about which heyer hero was for us. hers was sylvester. funny since her husband is not a whit like him. hehehehe. now sylvester was always too abrasive for me, but i wldnt have minded the nonesuch or the corinthian, being, as they are, figures of intelligence and humour. but now ive realised i might just have to pick freddy standen! the man is a dream! always knows what to do. no scinitllating conversation or deep philosophical theories or deeds of great courage, but dammit he has the hack when you need it and rememebers the special licence!