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If anyone reading this has what they would describe as a dysfunctional family background, I recommend that you take a look at this entry on Making Light:

Happy Dysfunctional Families Day.

It will probably make you cry. It will almost certainly make you angry. God knows it had both effects on me. But there's a good chance it will also help.

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I conclude that I should like to spend some time shopping wandering around in Norwich.

Beast and I visited the Brats today, bearing many things which had been forgotten. Bun seems to be enjoying herself, Boy is at least bearing up under the strain, and seems to be coping quite well. Having failed to bring along tools with which to reconstruct Bun's fancy chair, we managed to find a Halfords (sigh) which sold us Allan keys and a screwdriver. Then went for a curry and subsequently a wander around Norwich.

Anyone in East Anglia who is thinking of getting married obviously heads for Norwich first. Aside from the incredible number of churches, I swear there's one burgeoning at every street corner, and *two* cathedrals, there are at least FOUR bridalwear shops. Bwuh? There are also, and this was more fun, lots and lots of little, one-off, fun places. An 'alternative clothing' shop featuring some mighty, mighty boots. A Long Tall Sally. A Lush (okay, not a one-off, but nice to have handy). I have to collect my Boy in October for a doctor's appointment, and when I restore him, I think I shall go and browse... It reminds us of Lincoln, without the need for crampons and rope.