But! I have a story written just for me that I can reread -
Despite the cheering up of delightful fic, I am still feeling rather despondent - not helped by the ankle, of course. Mum and Dad are going to see Eric Clapton in concert tonight, and I'll admit that I'm jealous. Jez bought them the tickets for Dad's birthday last year. He should have at least got Nick - resident guitar player - a ticket. But Jez isn't always all that bright. And I say that as a loving sister. I just have to remind myself that next month Nick and I are going to see Weird Al, who may not always play guitar, but can play the piano accordian like a rocking thing.
It's interesting seeing the reaction to the Radio Times cover from the wider, quieter Life on Mars fen. The general consensus appears to be the same as mine when I first opened my inbox and clicked on