Wherein Izzy is deserted by the Title-Muse:
Ten/Ford fic is done. (Yes Daniel I said it's done.)
Except: I need a bloody title. Just one little word, even. And bugger me, but I cannot think of a damn thing. I'm this close to just calling it Turnip, or Shopping Trolley, or Bollocks. Just to be done with it.
Bugger bugger bugger. I'm going to bed.
Except: I need a bloody title. Just one little word, even. And bugger me, but I cannot think of a damn thing. I'm this close to just calling it Turnip, or Shopping Trolley, or Bollocks. Just to be done with it.
Bugger bugger bugger. I'm going to bed.