Still with the down-ness right here. Trying to avoid deep thinking about a)the Future and b) the Present, and obsessing about c) the past

There are upswings (many upswings) so:

1. Have started the cross stitch project I should had done on holiday except for the bit where the fabric didn't get packed (see, nice neutral blame-free comment) and am ( Read more... )

Uhm. I have this bead-work project (not quite my first but nearly) I picked up at Ally Pally last time: a rather nice beaded red admiral butterfly. It has taken over a month of angst (not enough black beads, sourcing black beads, buying the wrong size of beads, buying four packs of the $£*^ to cover all the bases. Anywhichways, I finally get ( Read more... )

I'm currently trying to avoid EVERYTHING. I have a new benefit claim form and they have cut most of the questions which apply to me, videlicet Chronic Pain, Extreme Meds, Mental Health and general Functionality. They don't have a box that fits "tends to go to sleep during day because a) too tired and b) awake hurts" or "has tried five tons of ( Read more... )

"What was it" the Watchmaker said, "that the Earth-Woman said? Mad, bad and dangerous to know. The Doctor is Mad, The Master is bad, and Corsair was dangerous... to... know.."

Why can't I find that Daredevil/due South entry once I actually hit something that might grow into PLOT ( Read more... )

The cymbal crashed like a falling angel as Hugh held Callum close and whispered, "there's something; something in my blood, something bad... and I can not want you more than this ( Read more... )

As I was considering Callum and Hugh's secret life as a (were)wolf pack of two and writing hyper-detailed versions of reality with a touch of pathetic fallacy (A-level Eng Lit has a lot to answer for) and my mind shifted to Armando Langoustini and swimming pools. Compare/contrast the last pool Langoustini saw (and the poor bastard in it) with the ( Read more... )

Today, I have made cake. A Victoria Sponge, a massive Victoria Sponge with about a pound of butter in it. That makes it sound like a heart attack on a plate (and my healthy-eating-obsessed boss would say) but it is glorious and filled with blackberry jam and butter cream ( Read more... )

Some random universe where there are vampires. Ray and Fraser are in a room. There are rather a lot of vampires outside. With a substantial dash of Buffy mythos (probably) or at least one of my favourite phrases.
"Ray, death is my gift. I have to go now ( Read more... )

Okay, so for the first time in ages, I'm going through one of those phases when I can do everything, winnity and there are just all these wounderful ideas that keep turning up ( Read more... )