Welcome to my perfumed garden

Well we're supposed to be driving back to Yorkshire right now but looking outside at the roaring gales and driving snow and thinking - M62 (thunder clap, organ chord, wolf howl) - and we're shaking our heads and staying home by the fire. The weather looks to be settling down tomorrow - well, here in the north anyway (sorry Snail, sorry Rhianne; it looks pretty nasty for you tomorrow) so we're staying another day. Good job we didn't let the stove go out last night.

I just went to investigate a draft - the house is double glazed and the stone walls are 2 feet thick, there shouldn't be a draft - and found a two inch hole in the floor by the door!!! Holy shit!

I see a shitload of amusing wank has blown up on TSStoryfinders ::snerk:: And such old wank, too. Some people just don't know when to let go, do they? ::sigh::

And on Radio 2, Jonathan Ross is pimping The Osmonds to John Barrowman; they're singing along together to 'Let Me In'. It's more than a little bizarre.