Welcome to my perfumed garden

John Mortimer has died.

:o(

I have the legally required olives (black, Greek ,with herbs), wine (Shiraz, 2007, Californian), cheese (Dovedale Blue, Pie d'Anglois. Smelly and Good), have a mushroom and herb thingy slowly cooking in the stove.

It's been a week of slow but steady progress. Considering I did Bugger All (yay!) on my birthday, and I'm fighting with the trickiest bit (the quantum physics), I'm more or less up to speed on Entanglement with just under 10,000 words written this week so far - and ahead of the game on epic-fic  Blue; I should be able to post the next chapter on Sunday. Lots of other stuff happened this week but all far too tedious and insignificant to post.

I was going to say, 'ain't it cold?' but in the face of American posters who have Real Weather and not the rather pathetic excuse for same we generally get here, I shall hold my peace and simply say; a touch breezy, what?

And BOY GEORGE HAS BEEN SENT DOWN! Not before bloody time, imo, the old fule. One assumes he's had (and passed) a psych evaluation because he seems to be getting a wee bit mental in his old age.

So, have a delicious weekend, my lovely young lovelies. May the coming days be kind to you all.

Cripes, I'm so unoriginal. *g*

You Are "esc"

Some people might try to say that you're unreliable or flighty. But you can't help it. You're always finding yourself in sticky situations. You're willing to bail if things are looking bad. You are quite impatient. For you, having to escape every now in then is the price of taking risks. And you're not about to stop taking risks!