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So, it's Friday and I really should be in the garden trying to clear the MESS
Man, you should see the state of things out there. And the sun be beating down but even so, it's awfully, awfully damp and manky and the gathering clouds threaten imminent Weather - but all forecasts say tomorrow's going to be worse so... No getting out of it that way. ::sigh::
But not even going to think about it til I've had some more coffee.
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAYS to FRAYEN and JUSTMEJ. I hope your days sparkled with sugar-coated loveliness. Sorry I wasn't here for you but there it is, I expect you coped.
So there, that's me. The weekend beckons with its promise of olives and wine, the Who finale (squeak!) and more rain. I hope you're all chilled and ready like a lightly-oaked Chardonnay and filled with the Friday-Night spirit of squee my lovelies. May it sparkle for you like Liberace after a good rub with a chamois and a liberal dousing of Windolene.
::blowing the Friday kisses::
Oh, and glancing at the little calendar-widget on my lappy, I see tis a HOLIDAY for my precious American Flist. I hope you're all having a super-shiny time. Eat... whatever strange things you lovely people eat on such occasions. Be happy. Stay drunk till Monday. Whatever floats your mysterious boat. XXX
But not even going to think about it til I've had some more coffee.
So, what has the Gilly been doing in her natural environment you may ask, or not, as is your wont. Well, believe it or not I've been writing - two novels, a sitcom and the Academy fic which now has a name! Yes Indeedy; it's called Blue, and it's coming on - at least, I now know more or less where it's going in the next few chapters and I've been tinkering with that-last-bit-which-did-not-work and I've made a start on Jim's navel-gazing. I don't expect to be posting anything till next week (eyes garden sadly) but those of you who read this stuff can expect some more soon. I'm hoping 'posting fic' may soon become a regular event in my life again.
...And trying to sort myself out work-wise because having 5 projects on the go (not including fic) simultaneously isn't working at all. I really need to focus on one, two at most, and go at those till they're done. But which ones? I cry as I hop from one to another like a nimble hoppy thing that's been at the Lucozade.
...And I've finally (it's only taken three years) decided to complete my Permaculture Diploma - as best I can. I haven’t even been able to fully register with them yet, though. Their website is a dreadful place. You get the strongest feeling that the whole thing is being run of a bunch of hippies with technofear who never check their bloody emails. In fact, I know it is, because I've met them. I have to chose between two mentors - one in Yorkshire and t'other in Lancs - the Lancyman has an email, Yorkie boy doesn't so that sorted that fairly quickly (what sort of a person, in this day and age, has no email? hanging's too good, I swear...)
Which reminds me; my partner, Mark's taken to responding in comments on the Daily mail news site (no, wait, read on before you judge!) - always the same thing; 'he (or she) should be hanged' (hee!). Though he's started to expand his entries. On Paul McCartney (who's invested many thousands in some spanky eco-friendly car that he's had flown in from Japan) Mark comments; 'This sickens me. He should be hanged'. And on Baby Spice who is apparently a little on the chunky side (she's swelled to a (UK) size - what? 10, 12? something... ::roll::) and quite happy about that, and not about to go on a diet because 'Hello' thinks she should (she has risen in my estimation); 'the bloater should be hanged (if they can find a rope that will bear the weight).
You wouldn't believe the enormous pleasure this is giving us.
Which also reminds me... One of the things I am seriously having to re-initiate in my life is some regular exercise. I tried to get into my jeans yesterday. It wasn't pretty. Gosh golly, something must be done.
...And finally, returning to LJ after a short break I find myself viciously attacked on a com (not even a fandom com!) for no reason whasoever that I can see. Reminds self never to proffer advice on that com ever again. And that I missed TWO birthdays! So...
...And trying to sort myself out work-wise because having 5 projects on the go (not including fic) simultaneously isn't working at all. I really need to focus on one, two at most, and go at those till they're done. But which ones? I cry as I hop from one to another like a nimble hoppy thing that's been at the Lucozade.
...And I've finally (it's only taken three years) decided to complete my Permaculture Diploma - as best I can. I haven’t even been able to fully register with them yet, though. Their website is a dreadful place. You get the strongest feeling that the whole thing is being run of a bunch of hippies with technofear who never check their bloody emails. In fact, I know it is, because I've met them. I have to chose between two mentors - one in Yorkshire and t'other in Lancs - the Lancyman has an email, Yorkie boy doesn't so that sorted that fairly quickly (what sort of a person, in this day and age, has no email? hanging's too good, I swear...)
Which reminds me; my partner, Mark's taken to responding in comments on the Daily mail news site (no, wait, read on before you judge!) - always the same thing; 'he (or she) should be hanged' (hee!). Though he's started to expand his entries. On Paul McCartney (who's invested many thousands in some spanky eco-friendly car that he's had flown in from Japan) Mark comments; 'This sickens me. He should be hanged'. And on Baby Spice who is apparently a little on the chunky side (she's swelled to a (UK) size - what? 10, 12? something... ::roll::) and quite happy about that, and not about to go on a diet because 'Hello' thinks she should (she has risen in my estimation); 'the bloater should be hanged (if they can find a rope that will bear the weight).
You wouldn't believe the enormous pleasure this is giving us.
Which also reminds me... One of the things I am seriously having to re-initiate in my life is some regular exercise. I tried to get into my jeans yesterday. It wasn't pretty. Gosh golly, something must be done.
...And finally, returning to LJ after a short break I find myself viciously attacked on a com (not even a fandom com!) for no reason whasoever that I can see. Reminds self never to proffer advice on that com ever again. And that I missed TWO birthdays! So...
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAYS to FRAYEN and JUSTMEJ. I hope your days sparkled with sugar-coated loveliness. Sorry I wasn't here for you but there it is, I expect you coped.
So there, that's me. The weekend beckons with its promise of olives and wine, the Who finale (squeak!) and more rain. I hope you're all chilled and ready like a lightly-oaked Chardonnay and filled with the Friday-Night spirit of squee my lovelies. May it sparkle for you like Liberace after a good rub with a chamois and a liberal dousing of Windolene.
::blowing the Friday kisses::
Oh, and glancing at the little calendar-widget on my lappy, I see tis a HOLIDAY for my precious American Flist. I hope you're all having a super-shiny time. Eat... whatever strange things you lovely people eat on such occasions. Be happy. Stay drunk till Monday. Whatever floats your mysterious boat. XXX
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Just falling about laughing at Mark's eccentricities... bless! Why didn't I think of it? ::wails:: Yes yes, they should all be hanged... *hg*
And you are writing all sorts of wonderful stuff - go you!
Happy weekend sweetie pie. I am so damn ready to see the back of this never-ending-sodding-week.
::blows gin-sodden kisses::
Ah, you too?
And Mark. :;sigh:: there really is no excuse for him at all. he has a degree in philosophy, you know. I feel that should in some way exp,lain something but I have no idea what, why or, indeed, how.
Ooh. Gin-kisses, the very best kind! And look at the time! meep - I really, really, really should get into that garden, shouldn't I?
Re: Ah, you too?
The kitty-poo and guinea pig arses not doing it for you
I know ::sigh:: it's so damn tragic when furry butts don't float your boat anymore *g*
And look at the time! meep - I really, really, really should get into that garden, shouldn't I?
::surveys own pile of washing:: Hmmmmm. Let's just play hooky instead... it's Friday, it's Dr. Who tomorrow, we've been goooood. Well, mostly. Stuff it all babe - get out the bottle and lubricate yourself. Not sure that came out quite right - ah never mind. ::beams innocently::
Re: I'm just having a sit down, actually.
I hope you're having a delicious day my lovely one. I've been picking many of your gastropodal brethren out of my nooks and crannies and hair. I am treating them kindly, setting them free in the woods out the back.
Lubrication... Refuses to go there. I have a bottle of Californian Chardonnay awaiting me in the fridge. I shall feel I've truly earned it as I pop its cork this evening - for once. (o:
Re: I'm just having a sit down, actually.
I've been picking many of your gastropodal brethren out of my nooks and crannies and hair. I am treating them kindly, setting them free in the woods out the back.
LOL - not you too - I take mine for a nice long walk in a bucket and release them into the wild while humming 'Born Free' to them... I swear I have homing snails though - the wee buggers keep finding their way back...
Happy and well-deserved weekend sweetie ::raises glass of something from Morrisons::
Re: I swear I have homing snails though.
raises glass of something from Morrisons
Morrisons, huh? There's posh. Raises glass of £2.22 Chardonnay from Lidl which is - surprisingly good. (o: Have a gorgeous weekend, babe. ::blowing the chocolate kisses::