I wanted to do a post about serious issues, but this time it's nausea rather than tiredness acting as my foil. I think I'm either pregnant or dying, and as I'm an infertile who doesn't have sex, I think I know which is more likely. Anyway, I swear I have some good posts coming, not that it matters since most of you Bloglines kids haven't been told of my existence in months. Fucking thing.
Today P and I visited friends, and on the way home we passed an old cemetery that I've never actually explored despite my reformed Goth leanings. Fog was settling, so I did what any good ex-Goth would do and whipped out my camera. P was slightly intrigued, but got distracted when I wouldn't keep turning left as per her demands. For your (hopeful) enjoyment, here are some of the photos. Can it get more British than this, I ask you?
And because life knew I had a camera to document this, I present:
Real things soon, I promise.