Random meekle day.
Today I was woken up at 7 by a real imaginary Victorian gent knocking on my door and muttering how he'd recieved a message and had to leave. I was mildly put out because a) it was early, b) he'd promised to stay until my parcel appeared. Ah well.
My father went to London and I had the Oast to myself. Yey!
I listened to lots of story songs (especially Harbinger's ballad); did drawings, wondered how on earth real-imaginary detectives managed to send telegrams or carrier pigeons, and sang loudly to songs 'cos there was no one to hear me sound terrible.
I got a letter from my doctor saying he was glad my neurons were better (yes, he really did say neurons - squeee) and here was a prescription. Lalala.
When my father returned in the evening he handed me a parcel that had been sitting on the doorstep. It contained a note, comprehensive first aid supplies, vodka, cigarettes of doom, lighters, a dancing man coded message and lots of paper aeroplanes. This means two things. Firstly, the good victorian doctor kept his word despite the summons and did stay until the parcel arrived, I just didn't know it at the time. Secondly, I have vodka and fags and anti bleeding to death supplies AND an apologetic code AND paper areoplanes. La!
Have you any idea quite how shiny that is? Nope, you don't, 'cos you've probably never got it in the post, so I shall have to tell you it's EXTREMELY shiny in capital letters and all =)
Thank you! =)
*highly amused and spoilt neurons*
My father went to London and I had the Oast to myself. Yey!
I listened to lots of story songs (especially Harbinger's ballad); did drawings, wondered how on earth real-imaginary detectives managed to send telegrams or carrier pigeons, and sang loudly to songs 'cos there was no one to hear me sound terrible.
I got a letter from my doctor saying he was glad my neurons were better (yes, he really did say neurons - squeee) and here was a prescription. Lalala.
When my father returned in the evening he handed me a parcel that had been sitting on the doorstep. It contained a note, comprehensive first aid supplies, vodka, cigarettes of doom, lighters, a dancing man coded message and lots of paper aeroplanes. This means two things. Firstly, the good victorian doctor kept his word despite the summons and did stay until the parcel arrived, I just didn't know it at the time. Secondly, I have vodka and fags and anti bleeding to death supplies AND an apologetic code AND paper areoplanes. La!
Have you any idea quite how shiny that is? Nope, you don't, 'cos you've probably never got it in the post, so I shall have to tell you it's EXTREMELY shiny in capital letters and all =)
Thank you! =)
*highly amused and spoilt neurons*