After almost three weeks, this morning I actually managed to write something. Not much just a couple of paragraphs, but I pushed a bit forward my Torchwood/Primeval/Sherlock crossover fic. Yay!
I also managed to buy our Christmas tree - a tiny little one not bigger than a metre or so, but at least a real one. We might have to switch to an artificial tree next year because the real ones are getting more and more outrageously expensive each year, but not this Christmas. Not yet.
My cough has got considerably worse (not that I'd consider that a success) because, idiot that I am, I jumped out from under the shower to answer the phone. The caller felt like talking... about 10 minutes, and for some reason I didn't tell her that I'd call back later. Don't ask me why - we've already established that I'm an idiot, right?
And I've just got the automated message that Dan Vasc liked the comments I left to various of his videos on YouTube. Wow! I guess he doesn't often get crazy old ladies commenting his stuff. *g* I'm feeling all fangirl-ish - when I find the time between two coughing attacks.
Oh, and
meathiel, I haven't forgotten the recipe. I'll translate it soon, I promise.