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I bought a primula for the office on the way back from my checkup. (New prescriptions, hurray.) This is the time of year when Toronto is grey, grey, grey and soggy with a crust of ice and the Brits on my friends list taunt me with daffodils. *shakes fist* So spring flowers, even in pots, are necessary.

And I have a new job! -- apparently, they love me and they want to keep me, so I got a raise and a permanent position and a made-up title and more licence to meddle. Less writing, and I'm only supervising epilepsy rather than writing it (I'm sure you'll all be relieved to hear this, but it's kind of my baby and it makes me a little sad to give it up), but more editing and working with the artists on interactive stuff. I just signed my new contract and apparently I now pay into the pension plan! -- first time I've ever had a job with a pension plan.

Still a little surprised, because the bossman sprang this on me yesterday ten minutes before our team meeting. But pleased! Definitely pleased!

Guess this means I should get back to work.

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Neil Gaiman writes: I still wonder if I was the only person who, when watching the film of Cold Comfort Farm, actively missed the stuff I'd been hoping for, the 1930s videophones and autogyros which are in the book (because it is, as readers will recall, set "in the near future").

Actually, no. But up until this very moment, I thought I was.

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ohshit. I just fed a troll...

really, I should know better. but I couldn't resist.