The French who came in search of Furs.

I have just had an operation to make my airways into clearways. I would not recommend getting an operation to anyone, that did not of course need one. They are very undesirable, in all respects.
However, thanks to my grandmothers voodoo, I am slowly on the mends.

In other news, the ducks (Medula and Oblangata) that graced our house last year have returned. They stay outside, trying to catch flies and sitting in our pot plants. Mother is trying to teach Boje to say "Ducks," but for now he just calls them what he calls everything, which is "Squid."

Christchurch has been uneventful during my stay. I have had various visitors during my vexing state. Michael (the one who bought me that dress and shirt from America many a post ago) bought me a DVD, some gloves, a necklace, some flowers, a script and a pair of shoes to cheer me up. Outrageous. I repaid him by throwing up mid-conversation. Hayleigh caught me whilst I was still coming out of the anaesthetic. Oh the things I said. She then returned yesterday with her dog, also to cheer me up.
However nice it has been to see people in Christchurch, I am holding my breath for my return to Wellington. I am looking forward to being reunited with my paintbrush, my flatmates, and a boy.


Gandy, Anna and I were in a film for Thomas.


Invalid.


We drink and play the Ocarina.


The original casting for Howl's Moving Castle.




Snow is hard to walk through when you have a comb-over.