I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. I know I'm not around much these days : comments.
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Too cool for subject
OMG - how could I have missed you posting Blue? (Says something about the state of my ruddy life at the moment!) Congratulations on getting it out into the wild - I can't wait to read it at long last ::squishes it to heaving bosom::
Hmmm - tickling your tired old fancy sounds like a pretty good job opportunity to me - where do I apply? ::waggles eyebrows::
just something of an apology I suppose,
As long as you're still around that's all that matters babe - you can ramble about the state of your turnips for all I care, you'll still make me happy. and something gloriously fannish will turn up in time - they're like the number 79 bus - either none or six at once *g* And there's always Top Gear *hg*
Happy Sunday! ::blows kisses::
Ding dong!
Ah, Blue - if you read it be warned, the angst goes up to eleven. I sort of slipped and fell into a massive, sticky mess of MASSIVE Blair-angst, honestly doctor, I have no idea how it happened.
Happy Sunday yourself, such a shame Sunday's joy is tainted by it's proximity to Monday. Like a lovely choc-box cottage that's next door to a rusting caravan occupied by a family of ASBO enthusiasts.