Mostly I have been in bed, mostly not-awake, and occassionly cough, wheezing and grunting.
It's not really been fun but at least I was mostly to groggy to ntice if I was bored.
I blame it all on "a commuter virus" I picked up on the 1st of the month, whilst visiting That London. I am now mostly better, I think, at least enough to drive up to Nottingham last night for the Harts Social event at Bugman's Bar.
A certain Hazel of Heyforth was meant to be coming along as well but she woke up on Saturday morning, DRUNK IN A GUTTER! and in the wrong country at the wrong time. Certainly not on the intended coach back to London that had left hours earlier. I mention this merely for her ETERNAL SHAME!
I was pleased that the roads were essentially entirely clear and my journey was an easy 2 hours door to door each way. Before the event I met with an associate and transfered to him a blakc bag containing not one but 2 boxes of the WH40K game "Space Hulk" (originals) which are now highly sought after and fetch serious money on eBay.
Said associate has a Lad who is ?10 and has been permanently resident in the Games Workshop gaming rooms since August when Lad discovered WH40K and his dad perforce became a demon wheelerdealer in such commodities on eBay to fund this new addiction.
Anyway, I suspect boxes will be re-wrapped in more festive material and turn up under the xmas tree.
The event was nice. Quiet. The room wasn't as wedged out as it can be. There was some plot. There was Harts Internal stuff (hurrah for the new Lord Regent, etc) and some serious PvP which was of personal interest and, even though the flurry of daggers and spells was quite obvious, I'll not go into details.
I also got to meet some of the newer Wolves IC as mostly I don't see any of them at all, other than to occassionaly throw monsters at them.
Didn't get to talk IC to a number of folk I know OOC, although I was informed that a certain
lady_ellinor was completely wankered.