Suzie Shooter

( In which I am confused by plastic fruit, buy too many books for someone travelling with a rucksack, and spend a weekend making incredibly bad puns )

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Right. I'm packed. I think. Mostly. What have I forgotten?

Phone is charging - I managed to drop it on the kitchen floor (ceramic tiles) yesterday, and it flew in three different directions - but it seems to be okay. *crosses things*

Hmmn. Six-ish hours on the train? (possibly six days if it snows, but I've got enough pork pie and packets of quavers to last a month). Anyone want a ficlet? I'm not promising anything, I may just sleep...

( So yes, it's only taken me a week to write up last weekend. )

( what appears to be mostly an account of what Suzie ate on her holidays )

Well, I managed to escape the hangover. I think. (Also, got all my drinks and my meal paid for, by two different men LOL).

Right, off in a bit, hope you all have a good week, see youse on Saturday probably...

*hugs flist*

PS: ozthebobble - I dreamt about Andy last night, I'm blaming you...

*hugs to all on my flist*

right, I'm off tomorrow morning, see youse in a week.

keep the boys warm for me...

So, in preparation for going away, and, more to the point, in preparation for mother and mother-in-law to be wandering around the house on cat-feeding-duty, I've been furiously writing fic instead cleaning, and tidying cupboards.

I thought I was going to find a lost tribe of pygmies in a couple of them. What I did find, (once I'd excavated down through the layers of recycling covered in loose tea that I'd spilt a week ago and not bothered to clear up) was a bag of flower bulbs that I'd forgotten about. Which had started to sprout. The unexpected combination of overpowering mould and bristling white tentacles may or may not have made me scream yelp. I ain't saying...

No more work for TWELVE WHOLE DAYS! Yes!

(the downside being that for seven of 'em, I will have no computer access *cries*)