"In professor's guise,
Oh Doctor, Doctor, you have healed me.
You are not alone,
It took you far too long to see me.
Now I lay in your arms,
Mortally wounded in your care.
I'll leave you here forever,
Last of the Timelords once again..."
Since at least 50% of the Oastian decorations have been thrown out by me and replaced with green spiggle that won't last; my father has charged me to go to the sales and find replacement decorations. But I've been ill with unspecified neuron-falling-over-itus of a 'flu-like variant and so haven't. Is okay, I set Mercy in her new body, and the internet is my friend and doesn't make demands on me such as requiring I travel anywhere or remain vertical when my neurones are incapable of keeping their boots.
I searched and refined and searched some more. Then I tried to make a short list. Half way through I realised that neurons had selected tiny silver stars, large red hearts, thin white glass icicles and were thinking about black organza ribbon and antique keys.
Which is sort of a Sweeney Todd christmas tree, with bloody hearts and stabby icicles and rusted ironmongery. I gave my neurons a slap and went back to finding decorations my father would like at the Oast as opposed to the gothic psychopathic version they were trying to saunter past me.
I'm writing all this wobble because I'm waiting for the internet to download Sherlock so I can see if it's picked up any from the last series. But apparently the net is now dead...
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All that was yesterday eve. Have now seen Sherlock. The series still irks me; although it is giving me a growing appreciation for the acting talents of Martin Freeman. I look forward to him being a hobbit - I think he will do very well =)
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I need a new mood theme. LJ layout too maybe to. *sigh* Damn.
You are not alone,
It took you far too long to see me.
Now I lay in your arms,
Mortally wounded in your care.
I'll leave you here forever,
Last of the Timelords once again..."
Since at least 50% of the Oastian decorations have been thrown out by me and replaced with green spiggle that won't last; my father has charged me to go to the sales and find replacement decorations. But I've been ill with unspecified neuron-falling-over-itus of a 'flu-like variant and so haven't. Is okay, I set Mercy in her new body, and the internet is my friend and doesn't make demands on me such as requiring I travel anywhere or remain vertical when my neurones are incapable of keeping their boots.
I searched and refined and searched some more. Then I tried to make a short list. Half way through I realised that neurons had selected tiny silver stars, large red hearts, thin white glass icicles and were thinking about black organza ribbon and antique keys.
Which is sort of a Sweeney Todd christmas tree, with bloody hearts and stabby icicles and rusted ironmongery. I gave my neurons a slap and went back to finding decorations my father would like at the Oast as opposed to the gothic psychopathic version they were trying to saunter past me.
I'm writing all this wobble because I'm waiting for the internet to download Sherlock so I can see if it's picked up any from the last series. But apparently the net is now dead...
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All that was yesterday eve. Have now seen Sherlock. The series still irks me; although it is giving me a growing appreciation for the acting talents of Martin Freeman. I look forward to him being a hobbit - I think he will do very well =)
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I need a new mood theme. LJ layout too maybe to. *sigh* Damn.