And what was she, the fairy Melusine?

Last update was ahead of the week in which I had All The Migraines and All The Panic Attacks. Have been off uni for a week and a bit, and am a bit behind on study but also Really Needed a few days definitely off. My body is really not being great atm, and I am jarringly switching between either Functional and Charming and Sociable and very clearly not very functional and quasi verbal.

I have been listening to the audiobook versions of the Peter Grant books- am halfway through Foxglove Summer, and I really like them. I know London is an incredibly overused setting in fiction, but it is seldom written really well. And Peter... feels real. His flaws and quirks feel like flaws and quirks a person would have.

I am writing this in the bath having finally purchased some weird expensive bath stuff which might help with joints. I currently object to my joints, a lot, but I am going to try and take painkillers in a way that means I can sleep in a bit. I had a stellar nap earlier- devoid of nightmares for once, and my dream was nice (clearly influenced by the books, as it was chatting to river spirits and eating a lot of ice cream). My subconscious is so often awful that I feel I should note the nicer times.