Polyester-cotton mixes and other jovial things.

[whatho]

WOO. I just got a last email from my brother before he does a spot of sleeping then heads for the airport and hopes his 'plane doesn't crash on a weird monster-infected island. We all hope the same. I think due to the time difference he arrives a couple of hours after leaving, which is clever, but is probably going to mess with his head fairly severely. Or probably not. He's kind of good at ignoring that sort of thing.

So tomorrow I go to Heathrow (see? I'll have to post about bestiality next) to collect him. I haven't been to Heathrow since coming back from India three years ago, which essentially was no fun at all. But this is different. There are three great things about this whole situation:

1. My brother's coming back, which needs no elaboration.
2. I'll be going to Heathrow, which, like the rest of my LJ, is a Nightingales in-joke and makes me very happy indeed.
3. My cousin isn't here.

This last point is slightly terrifying me. Anyone reading nine months ago might recall that she imposed herself heavily and for an unsettling amount of time on my brother's departure, and a vile time was guaranteed for all. This time, she's in a different country. But I dreamt that she rang us. It was quite distressing. The 'phone did go off this morning, which was even more distressing, but it was a wrong number. Sick joke, world. I don't think we should answer it again till he comes home.

Heathrow! I mean brother!

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[whatho.livejournal.com]

OH GOD. I forgot about the whole thing Heathrow does whereby it fetches people from other countries. Well, I didn't, because that's why I'm going there tomorrow. But I forgot this applies to my cousin. I might get out a restraining order. Yes. Good.

He's gone quiet on the whole going to America thing. I'm not pressing the issue. Maybe I dreamt that.

Hurrah for the bestiality. Um. Yes. It is quite hard to make that look less than disturbing.