with my Fairy Godmother; a woman with an incredible energy, and an obsession for words which almost rivals mine.
We spent 48 hours (not nearly long enough) reading each others work and writing beside a proper fire:
and catching up on 13 years of socialising using means far greater than the telephone. It has to be said that, whilst I am jealous of the fact that she owns a real fireplace - the ultimate in homely touches - she also owns the worlds coolest kitchen!
In fact the whole place has the same magical zany energy as she does. And it's exactly as I remembered it; the stream, the trees, the pictures and paintings and things everywhere you look. I want somewhere just like it of my very own, one day.
Knowing how absorbing words can be, anyone who knows either Mim or I, would be extremely proud to know that we found the time to stop for drinks at the beautiful Malvern station, and visit the most photographed lane in Britain
for lunch at THE MACIHOUSE. And we went to the pantomime performance of Robin Hood and The Babes in the Wood, which sincerely rocked, and set both of our performance-loving-streaks on edge.
If only this story hadn't had an ending!
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