Feeling a bit icky about the realisation that the funny tickling at the nape of my neck while I was dozing on the megabus was in fact the fingers of the chap in the seat behind me, and that it felt oddly deliberate. I discovered this when I sleepily scratched the back of my neck and instead of it being the clasp of my necklace, as I'd expected, I found a hand. Personal space, people!
But I'm on an EM train heading towards St Pancras and a weekend of social and silly with lots of good ppl, some forumites and some not. Oh, and frocks. And heels. Most odd...