Mistress of Magic

I have reached the end of the first book. Morgaine flees Avalon to her kinswoman in Lothian to have her son - a long journey, as it has been for me to reach this stage. Perhaps, as I am older, I shall be less judgemental of the next, The High Queen.

In that vein, I printed my tickets for the Edinburgh night out for myself and my 'chaperone'. There will be drinking, dancing and hopefully a companion for my chaperone - and I shall dance, drink and be shiny and happy.

I shall be shiny and happy today, and tomorrow, and the next day - and then it will become second nature again. Like dancing on the London roof-top to Shiny Happy People or Love Shack in Sneaky Pete's in Edinburgh. But not just revelling in old memories, new memories are waiting to be made.

For now, I sit hugging my tiger and hot water bottle close to me on this cold fog bound night, searching for sleep. Those who know me, may ask which tiger, of the many? But those who really know me will know which one, since I also bought it twice more as a gift for family. I've never really known why I am attracted to it and sleep with it beside me. It's a white tiger, not Hobbes, but very cosy. None of my tigers have names but Tiger was my hamster's name. I regretted not taking my tiger to York as I felt lonely at night without something to hug close and keep me company but I did improvise . . .

I took the unusual step of watching The End of the Affair tonight - it bore little resemblance to the wonderfully bitter-sweet Prefab Sprout song of the same name. But I did get the chance afterwards to enjoy the end of V for Vendetta, with Stephen Rea again. I'm not sure I'm up for Withnail & I so time to perhaps go to bed?