Argentina, finally...

And yes, I realise this has developed into more of a 'diary of Jane's somewhat disturbing thought processes' rather than the ranting that was originally intended to appear in this space. But never mind, I am sure anybody bothering to read wont actually care either way - you are clearly bored out of your skull if you still log on.
Brief summation of last few days: on Saturday, sat and froze half to death at HMS Drake waiting for 1 x large ocean going vessel to be brought into dock. Possibly in the slowest time this procedure has ever been achieved. Was well worth it as hey, got to see my guy and be half of one of those really annoying couples who wander round in the middle of the day and clearly are incapable of existence without being attached to the other half. Went out in evening which was awesome except for the first part where made total arse of self by being overly paranoid regarding a mutual friend - and you know who you are if you are reading, and I am sorry. Seriously. Blame it on mother-related stress levels. You should understand that one.
Had to return him, unfortunately, on Sunday evening - and since then I have essentially been on an aeroplane, asleep or eating. An element of rant entering here: dont you just HATE how after a long haul flight your ankles suddenly become the size of water melons? Totally disgusting. Fortunately they have now resumed normal size and can wear shoes without being in pain.
Sat next to decidedly delectable model throughout the flight (also decidedly gay) who will be taking me clothes shopping in a few days and generally recreating my somewhat dire wardrobe (although I still expect a strong focus on black, that being the way forwards in the world). Anticipate finding dressmaker to produce for me 1 x gorgeous dress for this ball thing I should be attending in August - in combination with inevitable suntan from forthcoming Mexico trip, should generally give the right impression. I hope. Dear God, am worrying already...