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Her Majesty Rosmerta May Diggory has most certainly had a delightful time of being the May Queen this year. Thanks to everyone, who was out and made my day so very merry! Does anyone know how I go about making this a full-time gig? If you haven't bothered to come north this year, there are still three hours left of my reign, and the place is rollicking!

[ Bean, Jack, Anne, Penny, Pippa, Bill, Arthur, Molly, Fiona, Dedalus, Aaron, Geoff, Sebastian, Victor, Marlene, Hadrian & Horatio ]
General friends ward, if I haven't listed you and you know you're a friend of Ros, please tell me so I can update her list of relationships!

Honestly, if Mrs. Finnigan walks into this pub today, I may bodybind her and send her right back out. It's bitchy, I'm aware, but of all the absolute eejits writing about how their loss is worse than your loss, nevermind that nearly everyone I love has had some sort of loss, she's the one who's really snapped my wand about it. I've got sympathy for everybody in these shoes even her, but for Christ's sake, you're not the only bloody one, are you? It makes me angry, not just for myself but for everyone else who's suffered through grief that apparently wasn't as horrid as hers is. I've been shutting this thing and tossing it aside all week before I write something horrible to someone who really doesn't deserve it, so don't you lot judge me too harshly, please, for pitching one very quiet fit here.

Logically I know a dragon could use my bones as toothpicks, but all the same, I still want to straddle it and go for a ride.

Alright then. The spring rains have turned my plantless, grassless, treeless garden into a right mudpit, and so, it's time for a little fun! Saturday we're going to have a mud party, rain or shine, with family fun all afternoon with capture the kelpie, mudcastle building, and cruppy wants a corner. The evening will feature a contest of the titans, including jousting, wrestling, and bellyflops, champions win a pitcher each of your favorite ale, bottle of any house wine, or two mixed drinks. It's a sickle for a hot shower or to enter the contest brackets, with proceeds going to Friends of the DMLE. Come out, get dirty, have fun, show your support for the folks who work so hard to keep us safe!

added later:
[ Eugene ]

Adventure.

We're not doing green beer. Beer is meant to be golden, or honey coloured, or a rich coffee brown, and I won't use charms or dyes or anything to alter that. What I can offer you is the promise of live music (including a fiddle and drum, and not bagpipes indoors), delicious unadulterated beers, green foods (most of which are meant to be normally, like colcannon and mushy peas, and a few which are being enhanced a bit if they can still taste just as good, like creme de menthe cakes and ice cream floats), and possibly a few folks who've drunk enough to believe you've kissed the Blarney Stone and it might rub off on them.

[ Fi ]

Speaking of kissing... yes? No? Was it a Good Time? I've been thinking you'd spill your guts but this is me, not being above prying.

[ Added later ] Alright, fine, green beer will be available in addition to the delightful, Irish-brewed beers that have no colour charms! Drink until your skin turns green and I'll just have myself a laugh.

Thank you to everyone who sent their warm birthday wishes yesterday! Extra thanks to Fi for the cookies that will not make me throw up even if they are bones, Aaron for the lovely little box, Ded for the charming bracelet, and Victor for the very succulent melons. You made it one of the nicest birthdays I've had in a while, and though it is technically over I do believe a handful of you are dropping in this evening, so I plan to pretend it's continuing on if anyone cares to join us!

[ Fi ]

I didn't think about what I'm meant to do after, since this isn't really dating. Just be normal and pleasant, yeah?

[ Fiona ]

A good time?! Really? Subtlety went right out the window with the owl and the bathwater, did it?

So, am I right that you don't know what you want from Fletcher, and you have an idea what you'd like with Ded, but haven't yet brought up what a good time you'd like to have with him?

[ Private ]

I feel guilty and unsupportive, but I don't want to get into it. Gets all shirty when I worry and then now I have to lay here and think about that sodding party. I don't want to drink, I don't want to take a potion, I don't want to escape the sadness that's left but Merlin's teeth I don't want to lay here and wallow in it. I loved and I lost and it hurt and it feels like it always will, to think about that night. The difference is, I don't want to spend the next eight years thinking about it. I want more of the good parts. We win by not letting them cow us into lives filled with grief and regret.

[ Anne, Marly, Molly, Fiona ]

Get me laid. Please.

[ Hadrian, Horatio ]

Boys, if you're alright and you want a night of being hidden, let me know? At least let me know you're alright.

[ Bill ]

Where are you?

[ Marly ]

Any word on Ashley? {Added:} Nevermind, I just flipped and saw it. If you two want to hide out, let me know.

A free pint or glass of house wine to anyone in the DMLE who saved today, if you want to stop by!

It's nothing against anyone, it's my own personal associations, but I'm never up for this holiday anymore. Asking you all not to enjoy yourself is just silly, so I'm retreating off these things for a couple days. If you need me, I'll leave it open to this page for a bit, or I'm always somewhere in this building.

[ Private ]

I wish I could hibernate like a bear. More accurately maybe, like the first few days in hospital when they just kept me knocked out until things were starting to improve. That's probably not safe without supervision.

Ugh. If only shagging Black actually would make me feel better.

Ever since the crash, I've been thinking a bit more about an idea I had last year. When Ham was murdered, I had my family and his family, for support. Without them, I honestly think I would weigh two hundred pounds and have serious mental health issues, so, everyone who did help me: I don't mean to sound ungrateful. But the thing I found most helpful in that first year was the morning a woman staying here sat at the bar, and we shared a cup of tea and she talked about how she'd lost her husband three years before to a heart attack. The circumstances weren't the same, but she knew what I meant about how horrible a cool pillowcase can be, beside you; not in the way that my mother and sister sympathized because they love me and worried for me, but in her fingertips, she absolutely knew. I want to be that woman for someone else, though Lord knows I wish there weren't so many that could use it, these days.

So, I've done a little extra charming to this entry. If you reply, you'll only see what you say and what I say back, nobody's going to take the piss because they see you've lost a loved one. But, my overall proposition is a little grander. I'm posing that anyone who might want to be this woman - or man, for those of you fools not secure enough to declare yourself a woman for the sake of a metaphor - to someone else, or who might need a little of this woman in their life to help them through a loss, that we start a support network. I promise, it won't be Sad Sacks Anonymous night at the 3B every Monday, or anything quite so horrible as that, and it doesn't matter to me who you're missing or how they passed. Just a list of names to look through if we need a lunch date to motivate us out of the house, or if we've an extra place at our dinner table, can't find a babysitter, or, wah, yes, someone just to talk to once in a while. Let me know if you're keen on this, or you'd rather I keep you off the list and we just have a chat ourselves. Dickheads looking to gloat about the death of my beloved husband need not respond.

I don't believe in resolutions - if you're going to do something, just do it, don't make it a declarative that people hold you accountable for - but I do believe that other people like to make them, and that weight loss and drinking/smoking less always seem to rise to the top of the lists. I'm here to tell you that's bollocks. Do I want to see you all sitting at the counter, drinking yourself stupid and stuffing your gob with steak and kidney pies every single night? Of course not! But, anyone who says there's something the matter with having a pint with your friends at weekend, or stopping in for a good warm bowl of soup when you're too tired to cook... well, they're flat out wrong, so don't you all forsake me because you think I'm going to make you fat and stupid, deal?