November 18, 2006
Well, it was hell getting here with a transport strike that, while it didn’t quite happen, everyone thought it was happening so it “happened” anyways. And it was pissing down with rain. And Italy runs on a different clock to anyone else (more compatible with me though, I must say). And, and, and.
Ooh, and I managed to offload some of Claire’s crazy blue party eyeshadow and lip gloss on Richard for Madge’s new look, cumming soon. We couldn’t wear it, made us look like we were dead. 😉