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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...
contemplative
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