Apparently, I sound like a gay Frenchman and look like a musician. Or so Christina says. I called her last night and the message was faithfully relayed that "a gay Frenchman called". Christina then said "you've cut your hair, you look like a musician". Meow! I now feel pleased with myself!
In other news, Christina's sister Sophia is apparently planning to come to Edinburgh and stay with me around Beltane, when Anastasia will also be here. Fantastic plan, and also an example of important things that you can only learn through the grapevine. This, in turn, shows the importance of getting out a lot.