A number too massively depressing to commit to print (for that would make it real and that would never do).
OK. My Weekend in which Nothing Happened, but I shall tell you all about it anyway...
We went home to Withnell where the already sucky broadband sucked even worse than ever - all weekend it sucked, like a huge, sucky thing made of bubble-wrap, painted green and frothing slightly at the edges, covered in little suckers and making big, wet sucking noises, like a Krynoid from The Seeds of Doom. Consequently we could neither upload nor download so I couldn't watch part four of Nathan Barley which was, likewise, a very sucky thing.
We went to Morrisons and Aldi and spent many of our English Pounds on pasta and Satsumas; bunches of coriander, tins of tomatoes, chick peas and baguettes and Ribena.
It snowed quite a bit, and then it melted.
Builders came and relieved us of £160 and yet, the gutters still leak.
B&Q was visited. DIY occurred.
No writing was done. Not a word. I have no defence for this strange and unusual situation except that I was very busy from Wed till Sat, stripping wallpaper, filling giant hairy (literally) gaps in the crumbling, pre-Victorian plaster then spending most of Friday cleaning the house to within an inch of it's life. When Saturday came along I was knackered. I spent the whole day drinking coffee, Ribena and wine (ah, the decadence!) eating a big bag of praline eggs (90p, Aldi; highly rec) and watching telly; Cadfael, ROS, Mighty Boosh and Nathan Barley parts one to three.
And lo. no writing was done; not on the novel and not on the fic -Which leaves me with a bit of catching up to do. Sorry, everyone who's waiting for the next bit of the WIP; as soon as I can, I swear...
OK. My Weekend in which Nothing Happened, but I shall tell you all about it anyway...
We went home to Withnell where the already sucky broadband sucked even worse than ever - all weekend it sucked, like a huge, sucky thing made of bubble-wrap, painted green and frothing slightly at the edges, covered in little suckers and making big, wet sucking noises, like a Krynoid from The Seeds of Doom. Consequently we could neither upload nor download so I couldn't watch part four of Nathan Barley which was, likewise, a very sucky thing.
We went to Morrisons and Aldi and spent many of our English Pounds on pasta and Satsumas; bunches of coriander, tins of tomatoes, chick peas and baguettes and Ribena.
It snowed quite a bit, and then it melted.
Builders came and relieved us of £160 and yet, the gutters still leak.
B&Q was visited. DIY occurred.
No writing was done. Not a word. I have no defence for this strange and unusual situation except that I was very busy from Wed till Sat, stripping wallpaper, filling giant hairy (literally) gaps in the crumbling, pre-Victorian plaster then spending most of Friday cleaning the house to within an inch of it's life. When Saturday came along I was knackered. I spent the whole day drinking coffee, Ribena and wine (ah, the decadence!) eating a big bag of praline eggs (90p, Aldi; highly rec) and watching telly; Cadfael, ROS, Mighty Boosh and Nathan Barley parts one to three.
And lo. no writing was done; not on the novel and not on the fic -Which leaves me with a bit of catching up to do. Sorry, everyone who's waiting for the next bit of the WIP; as soon as I can, I swear...
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I hope yours was better than mine.
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Mmmm, praline eggs. They sound really good!
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The praline eggs were divine! I highly rec them. ::nods::
Oooh, I love Cadfael!
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A number too massively depressing to commit to print (for that would make it real and that would never do).
You know, the alternative to high numbers is the grave. I'll be 56 in about six weeks -- as far as I'm concerned, over half of my flist are just young whippersnappers. Since I fully intend to live to 105, it ain't so bad.
Hope things calm down, and you can write again. Happy birthday!
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You want to be 105? Hmm. I guess, if you're still happy and healthy... Watching my parents, I'd say old age sucks big hairy ones. I fully intend to drop dead at around 65. (o:
(Thanks muchly for the b'day wishes, hon, but my birthday was three weeks ago. *g*).
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Meep! Teeny tiny font size - wonder why that doth happen?
Don't worry - getting ancient is fun - you get to forget things and dribble; people used to think I was sozzled, now they think it's dementia. Win win *g*
And mmmm mmm praline eggs, and Ribena. I love hot Ribena...
Hope the week goes better for you hon.
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Ribena is truly one of God's greatest gifts to the cold and weary.
And mmmm mmm praline eggs, and Ribena.
Try praline eggs dipped in hot ribena then sucked... *G*
people used to think I was sozzled, now they think it's dementia. Win win *g*
I have no words - just a loud and annoying laugh
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Try praline eggs dipped in hot ribena then sucked... *G*
Oh god, yes! ::has recently-rogered expression::
*hg*
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Unfortunately that means more paint thusly the room did not get finished.
The blinds are back up and working correctly.Yea!
I love fixing up an old (by AK standards) house. The sense of accomplishment is wonderful.
Thanks for the sucky thing, I feel so much better for the floor rolling I've done this morning even though some people now have less doubt about my sanity *g*.
Hey, and at least your gutters are up, mine are still hanging (what's left of them) from the eaves from a avalanche off the roof.
Need to make a home improvement icon, preferable with Tim Taylor because my grumpy guy (Tim btw as well) fits well into that category of men *um without the ER visits of course.
Fshaw!
::stands on a wind-swept moor, hands raised, screaming:: Is there not a builder in the land who can stop them making like the Angel Falls every time it rains or snows? Answer - it would appear not.
Decorating, decorating...Man. Didn't I already do this, like, ten years ago or something? Can I stop now, please? And of course, the answer is 'no' because we need to put the place on the market soon as we can so it has to look Good and as soon as you start on one thing, a thousand tiny and not so tiny other little jobs start to rear their nasty wee heads.
Good luck with yours, hon and be glad you don't have hairy 19C plaster to contend with.
Enjoy your sage wall. You win; this is Good. (o:
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I thank my lucky stars everyday, just old sheet rock easily patched and paneling we dragged off the wall and replaced with sheet rock. Only one stud had to be replaced in a wall we didn't tear completely out.
The worst of it has been the new electrical panel and some rewiring.(Well and the one bathroom thing there for a while)
Next, the kitchen and little bathroom. Not looking forward to one bath again and no kitchen. Upside? I can't cook * insert evil laughter here*
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Six people with one bathroom mostly girls aaack!