So they aired the Modern M@rvels episode I'm in today...

I guess it's not so bad, though I was none too happy during the filming (although one of the cameramen did refer to me as appearing 'pre-raphaelite' so I had to spare him any curses that I was otherwise hurling in their general direction...) It was hardly my best television moment, though - but it made my parents and my husband happy, so I should just stop fuming about it.

So if you want to see me stumbling my way through an interview whilst trying not to throttle the interviewer, keep a weather eye out for the 'Civi1 War Tech' episode. You will note that at no time do my hands move (which is a pretty good indication that I am restraining them from doing any killing - since my hands usually flail about wildly while I'm talking....)

We are in the final countdown towards the big move now. I just wish that Thursday would get here already and that all of our things would magically pack themselves between now and then. But even though I can wiggle my nose just like Samantha, I can't seem to make things magically happen (though I do suspect that each time I do it, someone in Patagonia more than likely turns into a toad or a vole or somesuch).