Welcome to my perfumed garden

A sunny Sunday morning with m'favourite doxy. A long, leisurely breakfast has been consumed, creamy eggs, buttered toast, juice, pan chocolat and copious quantities of Ethiopian coffee.

I think it goes without saying that we're still in our pjs.

Current status: lolling on our respective sofas, writing our respective fics. Soon we shall compare notes. Probably about the time I go and make vanilla lattes.I'm working on the final (O:! Oh yes indeedy!) chapter of Blue. I just finished the first draft but it needs much work yet before I can post it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARETT!!!

Welcome to the over-forties club, honey! Live long and prosper.

We're eating Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in honour of our guppy. We have vanilla cappuccinos. We are now out of pyjamas.

Sudden Unexpected Avalanche! Cabin buried! Everyone dies!!! Cawthorne police dance and laugh (a lot!) - Teh End!
by Panik and fluterbev , collaborative age 94 years and 6 weeks .

Ah. I wish!


OK, back to reality nao... 7,443 words of massive angst  and growing bigger all the damn time. ::exhausted sigh:: Where's the grink?