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Woops I forgot to wish everyone merry jolly shiny festivities. You are wished.
Our kitchen flooded! I was practising guitar chords on the verandah in a nightie as the rain teemed down in a deafening deluge and then my husband came home and went inside and said WTF THE KITCHEN IS SWIMMING and there was water pouring out of the ceiling. No actual damage done, just wetness and excitement. I discovered something useful: I get vexingly chipper in a crisis. And the chord of G isn't as hard as the book made out.
Meanwhile: my George adoration now in third month of solid nightly labours. Up to Vikings fic #913 on the AO3 but the list has now blown out to 1008. Thank god! I am not the only pathetic latecomer to this fandom. Though I am running late on watching the series: only up to S04B ep 3. I have heard about ep5, of course. I don't know if I am agog or aghast to watch it. *lipwrinkle*
George still continues to enchant. He's doing a play in London at the moment. Not sure I admire the new beefcake George. But I am fairly certain he is still a dork. God I hope so. I have never in my life been infatuated with anyone who wasn't. It all started with my passion for Young Sherlock Holmes and bloomed fully in 1985 as I wrote love poems to Michael Wood, presenter of archaeology documentaries.
Our kitchen flooded! I was practising guitar chords on the verandah in a nightie as the rain teemed down in a deafening deluge and then my husband came home and went inside and said WTF THE KITCHEN IS SWIMMING and there was water pouring out of the ceiling. No actual damage done, just wetness and excitement. I discovered something useful: I get vexingly chipper in a crisis. And the chord of G isn't as hard as the book made out.
Meanwhile: my George adoration now in third month of solid nightly labours. Up to Vikings fic #913 on the AO3 but the list has now blown out to 1008. Thank god! I am not the only pathetic latecomer to this fandom. Though I am running late on watching the series: only up to S04B ep 3. I have heard about ep5, of course. I don't know if I am agog or aghast to watch it. *lipwrinkle*
George still continues to enchant. He's doing a play in London at the moment. Not sure I admire the new beefcake George. But I am fairly certain he is still a dork. God I hope so. I have never in my life been infatuated with anyone who wasn't. It all started with my passion for Young Sherlock Holmes and bloomed fully in 1985 as I wrote love poems to Michael Wood, presenter of archaeology documentaries.