It's Good We're Not Religious Types.
Oh, Sunday morning in quarantine. Oddly relaxing. There's something very restful about being absolutely unable to go outside or do -- anything, really.
Jack has decided the populace is not panicked enough about the Swine Flu, and has locked down the Hub. I admit that linking him to a photo of a dog in a gas mask (for Max!) may not have helped any. Still, we have plenty of food and supplies and, given it's the five of us plus Max, I gathered up all the cushions and cots and things and rigged us quite a cosy little home-from-home with blanket cocoons for everyone. Ordinarily the fact that Gwen's a cuddler is not top of the list of reasons I like her, but I think everyone had a nice evening curled up together drinking and watching films. And I did not weep at all even though Tron was Tosh's favourite film and we used to watch it and throw popcorn at the really truly technologically stupid bits.
By the way, I've been meaning to mention that someone sent us all virtual gifts! Thank you very much for the coffee.
And now it's Sunday morning, which means breakfast. I've laid out a virtual buffet of tinned delights to top one's pancakes with: peaches, pineapple, baked beans, mushy peas, stewed tomatoes, and of course butter and syrup (not tinned).
OI. LAYABOUTS. UP AND AT 'EM, PANCAKES ARE GETTING COLD!
Max, stop sleeping on Gwen's face, it's impolite.
Jack has decided the populace is not panicked enough about the Swine Flu, and has locked down the Hub. I admit that linking him to a photo of a dog in a gas mask (for Max!) may not have helped any. Still, we have plenty of food and supplies and, given it's the five of us plus Max, I gathered up all the cushions and cots and things and rigged us quite a cosy little home-from-home with blanket cocoons for everyone. Ordinarily the fact that Gwen's a cuddler is not top of the list of reasons I like her, but I think everyone had a nice evening curled up together drinking and watching films. And I did not weep at all even though Tron was Tosh's favourite film and we used to watch it and throw popcorn at the really truly technologically stupid bits.
By the way, I've been meaning to mention that someone sent us all virtual gifts! Thank you very much for the coffee.
And now it's Sunday morning, which means breakfast. I've laid out a virtual buffet of tinned delights to top one's pancakes with: peaches, pineapple, baked beans, mushy peas, stewed tomatoes, and of course butter and syrup (not tinned).
OI. LAYABOUTS. UP AND AT 'EM, PANCAKES ARE GETTING COLD!
Max, stop sleeping on Gwen's face, it's impolite.