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Mum and Dad arrive tonight, so I have to kick Phil out of their room and wash all the bedding, move Phil into Eleanor's room and wash all her bedding, move Eleanor into Lauren's room on an airbed on the floor and... no, no washing required there.
Busy, busy!
I wrote 3,200 words of the Firefly/Sentinel crossover and sat on my hands to stop me posting it when I got to what was a good place for part one to stop. Do other people feel this insane urge to post, must post, omg, I have fic to share ::jitters:: or is it just me?
(Why do I say that? It's LJ; it's never just me, that's why I love it).
Speaking of love, definitely feeling the Torchwood. Slightly stilted start but whee. And David and I, knowing Cardiff well (he did a Metallurgy degree at Cardiff Uni and I visited him there most weekends), were entranced by the sight of a familiar pub even if the main location wasn't there when we were.
The council have given us a medium outside bin and a small inside bin to put compost-type stuff in. Which is good but it's making the kitchen cupboard a bit whiffy and they want weird stuff like meat, paper towels and kitty litter as well as the standard potato peelings. We're an experiment; only a few streets got them.
Once the free paper liners run out and we have to start buying them I don't give it long. And Dad will definitely approve of the under the sink one but divert its contents to our own compost in the garden.
Sans meat and paper towels, anyway...
Lauren's first tooth is about to fall out. Hanging on by a thread.
The Supernatural car porn vid is coming along nicely but needs more naked Dean to make it work really well.
Busy, busy!
I wrote 3,200 words of the Firefly/Sentinel crossover and sat on my hands to stop me posting it when I got to what was a good place for part one to stop. Do other people feel this insane urge to post, must post, omg, I have fic to share ::jitters:: or is it just me?
(Why do I say that? It's LJ; it's never just me, that's why I love it).
Speaking of love, definitely feeling the Torchwood. Slightly stilted start but whee. And David and I, knowing Cardiff well (he did a Metallurgy degree at Cardiff Uni and I visited him there most weekends), were entranced by the sight of a familiar pub even if the main location wasn't there when we were.
The council have given us a medium outside bin and a small inside bin to put compost-type stuff in. Which is good but it's making the kitchen cupboard a bit whiffy and they want weird stuff like meat, paper towels and kitty litter as well as the standard potato peelings. We're an experiment; only a few streets got them.
Once the free paper liners run out and we have to start buying them I don't give it long. And Dad will definitely approve of the under the sink one but divert its contents to our own compost in the garden.
Sans meat and paper towels, anyway...
Lauren's first tooth is about to fall out. Hanging on by a thread.
The Supernatural car porn vid is coming along nicely but needs more naked Dean to make it work really well.