Greetings, spirits. I have been away for two weeks, now I'm back for a week then away for another two weeks, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. My car was broken into, so that was inconvenient. What did "they" take? The usual. Nothing. What's to take? I'm bored. Bored with work. For a start, I'm working for nowt. I have to farm out my lovely dog, which costs me a fortune, pay to have the car repaired so that it can be driven... you get the picture. Can't afford to quit, though. I support too many other spirits. People just can't manage, can they? The old dear is expensive at the moment, and I can't abandon Queen Mab. Besides, how would I pay my williams? They don't deserve a capital letter.

Anyway, this week I have left some very happy spirits behind me in glorious Sheffield, the steel city. I only saw an arts and media city, though the train went past a fair bit of the steel stuff. I did steel once before when I was working in Sheffield. Now I'm hungry, and I need some dinner. The hotel breakfast selection was lousy. The dinner was okay. Not a massive choice. A bit of a cheap skate hotel, I'm afraid to say (Jury's. I know they do it without an apostrophe, but I just can't cope with that). I'm going to make purple velvet curtains for my small room. Yay!!! Cats are so furry and purry.

I'm going to cook dinner, then eat it slowly, washing it down with Spanish oak-aged red. I like old-world wines. And cats. And dogs.

A groovy weekend to all and sundry