pelleas paellas whatever

i never realised that pelleas (as in and melisande by debussy) was an anagram of paellas (as in wot you are all fiestaing on over there), which is a thought to keep me amused in the last of the 200 minutes of music i have to play every thursday.
it is now the next day off from bombing around the glamour spots of the uk in the fab audi and i have burned a pan, collapsed with covent garden soup and the sunday paper. and am feeling very depressed about the state of the world. am i alone?
re the car h and m, i plan to bring it back to you the week of the december, either 5,6,8 or 10th. are any of these better for you? and do i have to book a ferry?
all's going well on the tour, which is hard work but a good way to enjoy the english countryside and foodie hotspots with friends and family...yesterday a beautiful if drizzly walk in the cotswolds with kipper and jonathan followed by a better lunch in a golden stone pub than you get in most restaurants in france left me a little exhausted for the evening's boheme in milton keynes. next week i stay with family friends in a 4 poster in a castle nr norwich with a moat,then HOME and then with julian an organic 'well hung meat farm' (sounds kinky) on the coast path nr plymouth followed by the weekend with clive and ann in cornwall then on a lake with colleagues near stoke, ....etc, so i can't really complain (except i would like to see my husband a bit more. it seems he's fairly happily painting away at the mo...and i miss my cats and i would like to spend a night on a good mattress)
i have bought wonderful sheepskin mad grey furry slippers which remind me of oscar.
off for a massage tomorrow to relieve the well bowed back. nasty ozzie conductor doing me in.
steve, gemma clive, hope to see you when i'm in oxford the week of 30 nov-5 dec....shall i let you know if tickets come up? they may well for paellas. i mean pelleas on thurs.......
love, as they say over there in that strange divided land, to y'all. ruthx