Elvis is going to Australia at the end of the week and is getting in the mood with his hawaiian shirts. EQ sent me a make-your-own travel teddy kit for my birthday and a bar of soap that promises to make you a better person. [It's very odd] "work" was pretty dead and after expenses... not a lot [and that isn't taking account of the electricity bill etc - it's a black-box museum]. ONL said he was going to send me to buy something surprising [!]... which turned out to be dust-sheets from poundland. Not my idea of a surprise [especially because it was my birthday at the weekend] and 338 sqr inches of plastic really isn't a surprise [except on the onl!wtf scale].
For the unitiated, I work with Elvis and O[ur] N[oble] L[eader] at an unspecified charity-run museum/ winter base for an archaeological team. ONL lives somewhere around 1973. It is Archaeology on Mars. I do an awful amount of typing and tea-making. EQ is an university friend who is obsessed with needlework as much as I am. [scary]