Recycling can be dangerous
Was busy trying to do the right thing recycling my grey water from the rinse cycle of the washing machine into the laundry sink to use to clean floors and water plants etc. Not when you get interrupted by an injured relative and dash off to tend to them, only to come back moments (OK minutes) later to find a veritable wall of water (well, maybe it was more of a babbling brook) tumbling over the edge of the sink in a good attempt to emulate Niagra Falls onto my laundry floor and aiming itself towards the carpet in my living room. Huh! I blame the crack fic and its water theme. The water was getting its own back. It was a fun few minutes wading through the water (why oh why was I still wearing my fabulous Italian black leather boots?) to stick my arm in 2 foot of water in the sink to pull the plug and then the next half hour mopping up (minus the leather boots - which thankfully stood up to the deluge and still look fabulous). Long story short? Well, the laundry floor did get cleaned as planned, just not the way I'd planned, and I ended up using more water to wash the towels used in the disaster relief. Motto? Sometimes it doesn't pay to try save the planet.
On that note, here's a quote from the wonderful Alice Hoffman.
“To hell with human beings. I’d always felt safer with stories than with flesh and blood.”
Alice Hoffman. The Ice Queen.
Apart from the attack by water spirits there has been nothing happening here but being a carer and trying to write fic around the edges ::sigh:: As I'm stuck trotting between my desk and the invalid all I can think of is wanting to be elsewhere, so today's user pic comes from a great little side trip with msscullyred to Kangaroo Valley a few months back. Great memories of rain, and lush foliage, wonderful coffee and the best lemon tart ever.
And the fic? It is getting written, just slower than I would like, so be patient. Now I just have to learn to do the same.
On that note, here's a quote from the wonderful Alice Hoffman.
“To hell with human beings. I’d always felt safer with stories than with flesh and blood.”
Alice Hoffman. The Ice Queen.
Apart from the attack by water spirits there has been nothing happening here but being a carer and trying to write fic around the edges ::sigh:: As I'm stuck trotting between my desk and the invalid all I can think of is wanting to be elsewhere, so today's user pic comes from a great little side trip with msscullyred to Kangaroo Valley a few months back. Great memories of rain, and lush foliage, wonderful coffee and the best lemon tart ever.
And the fic? It is getting written, just slower than I would like, so be patient. Now I just have to learn to do the same.