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la_marquise) wrote2012-07-05 09:48 pm
la_marquise) wrote2012-07-05 09:48 pm
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Au coeur du Lyon?
We are all, I suppose, getting older. But I, as you may know, am an ageing baggage whose skirts are occasionally Too Short and who will insist on dyeing her hair. (Right now I'm brunette. I felt like a change.) It seems that while I get older in body, I remain frivolous at core (well, at part of my core, anyway).
And in oh-help-just-over-a-week, I have a landmark birthday. A birthday, indeed, that my PhD supervisor once informed me was the beginning of old age. I seem to remember saying 'Bah humbug' to that at the time, and I still think it. But all the same...
The marquis, who as we know is wonderful in almost every possible respect, decided that I should have some kind of special celebration. So he's taking me to Lyon for a long weekend with flowers and champagne and traboules.
Being me, I am particularly excited about the traboules. I've spent the night in Lyon twice, but on neither occasion was there time or opportunity to see the city. I've wanted to see it for many years, since that first visit when I was 14 or 15. And now I'm getting to go. (Eurostar permitting. Those of you who know me well will know I'm a claustrophobe and I'm particularly antsy about tunnels. They catch fire. I know this. I told them so in advance.) We're off tomorrow morning and back late on Sunday. I am taking my posh dress and high heels and, yes, the laptop, because I have a deadline.
I am so looking forward to this. Because, you know, traboules. (And Roman remains and architecture ranging from the 12th to the 19th c. and silk weaving and, well, traboules. Yes, I am a bit fixated on those traboules. I've seen them elsewhere, but these are the really famous ones.)
This means that this year we are not having our usual summer party. (Various people have asked.) We are hoping to have one in the autumn, work permitting.
Skirt of the day: long burgundy silky.
And in oh-help-just-over-a-week, I have a landmark birthday. A birthday, indeed, that my PhD supervisor once informed me was the beginning of old age. I seem to remember saying 'Bah humbug' to that at the time, and I still think it. But all the same...
The marquis, who as we know is wonderful in almost every possible respect, decided that I should have some kind of special celebration. So he's taking me to Lyon for a long weekend with flowers and champagne and traboules.
Being me, I am particularly excited about the traboules. I've spent the night in Lyon twice, but on neither occasion was there time or opportunity to see the city. I've wanted to see it for many years, since that first visit when I was 14 or 15. And now I'm getting to go. (Eurostar permitting. Those of you who know me well will know I'm a claustrophobe and I'm particularly antsy about tunnels. They catch fire. I know this. I told them so in advance.) We're off tomorrow morning and back late on Sunday. I am taking my posh dress and high heels and, yes, the laptop, because I have a deadline.
I am so looking forward to this. Because, you know, traboules. (And Roman remains and architecture ranging from the 12th to the 19th c. and silk weaving and, well, traboules. Yes, I am a bit fixated on those traboules. I've seen them elsewhere, but these are the really famous ones.)
This means that this year we are not having our usual summer party. (Various people have asked.) We are hoping to have one in the autumn, work permitting.
Skirt of the day: long burgundy silky.
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I just read The Quibell Abduction and loved it and have Thoughts, btw. (Did you write The Haunting of Haderon? I loved that, but sadly lost my copy years ago.)
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Yes, I wrote The Haunting of Haderon. I've just checked and I don't appear to have kept the digital copy I edited when
So I now have over 20,000 words of Avengers fan fiction when I should be writing something else entirely, and it looks like coming out around 40,000...
Oh, and HAVE A GREAT TIME. (I passed through Lyons on a tour bus a long time ago and was impressed.)
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And Avengers' fic is always good.
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The Machiavelli Factor is a huge, angsty Blake's Seven novel that Ina and I published in 1981, taking place in a massive artificial system in the Lesser Magellanic Cloud, with lots of aliens and mad tech and political infighting. Misunderstandings abound.
In a mad moment (and because, Lord help me, I had an IDEA), I signed up for the
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Ideas must be chased...
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I've emailed you.