h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I hope she's all right!

(There's something for you, too. You'll have to wait until I bring it over there, though! )

So, have you made a full recovery from your ordeal in the snowy land of Lower Saxony, being poked by teenagers, sat on by giant hairy beasts, and eventually going cuckoo?

The poking was a kind of old joke (not sure how it started now), but yes - she took to it with great alacrity!

Thanks though, it was great. It's a lovely spot. Does it feel any warmer there? I think I brought some of the cold air back!

(And my dog seems even tinier still, now. )

Oh, because my dog is so huge?

Minus 13°C right now, you seem to have taken what little warm air we had left...

Mala started the poking about twelve years ago... she named one of her pencils "Pokey", and no-one has been safe ever since.

Yes - such a ferocious beastie!

I've just shown this to the curly one, but I'm sure you'd appreciate (if that's the right word...) the true horror of it:

http://photoshopdisasters.blogspot.com/2010/02/figleaves-kiiiillll-meeeeeeee.html



Try not to have nightmares...

The physical ordeal that this poor thing has suffered through is bad enough, but - where the heck is her present?

A very good question!

Just thought I'd let you know that herself is safe and sound despite the perils of Ryanair. Last seen leaving the station to go and meet .

Oh, and the chap she met didn't look much like an axe-murderer, by the way!

Oh no, then he must be a homicidal maniac! They all look just like regular people...

Thanks for letting me know! So I take it you went to meet her at the station?

Oh, I think could deal with him easily, if needs be.

Yes, she had a couple of hours to wait, so I popped by to say hello.

tomorrow. "Big doctor's appointment" does sound too important to miss if at all possible.

But still, you're right about eking out that return journey!

Thanks! But no big deal, just my routine post-cancer checkup. If they don't find anything bad, I am going to give up my job after Christmas!

I hate the routine check-ups. Well, no. I hate those waiting rooms, you know what I mean? And those magazines...

There should be more Loriot in waiting rooms, I think.

Do you know the cartoon "Herman"? When I had to undergo divorce mediation with the Sistabarista's father, I spent long periods of time in the waiting room while he was in the mediator's office, yelling and cursing at her. Luckily, they had a whole stack of "Herman" books, which almost made it worth my while...

I don't know Herman - but I certainly sympathise! I didn't realise I'd ignored that last post, sorry.

No doubt you know more than me, but she seemed quite happy with the interview. I didn't hear much more than that, though.

No, I don't know a thing, haven't heard from her at all. At this point, I'm just wondering whether she got back home in one piece. But then, of course, it's an hour earlier over there. And I don't even know her flight schedule, only that she had to get from one belfast airport to the other by bus.

And I'll get that passport story out of one of you eventually...

Nah, she'll be grand. I don't think she was finished til after 5, then she'd have needed a fair train ride, the flight, the bus, and then the drive back to the house. And add a possible half-hour wait between each of those things and I'm sure we'll see her before the weekend!

Oh...I didn't realise you really didn't know what I meant about the passport story. If anything, *you* should be the one to tell that story...

...But the profanity filter mightn't allow it.

Me???

If you're alluding to that "GFA" thing, that was not at the passport controls. It was at the office of the INS in Portland, Oregon!

BTW, the Eagle HAS just landed.

Got a message on Skype: "Mann, bin ich fertig!"

Details, details!

See? Told ya. She's indestructible.