Only the End of the World Again...
So, weirdly enough the end of an ancient calendar didn't actually mean the end of the world as we know it. Just (shock!) the end of a particular calendar.
Either that or the world did end and no one noticed.
Or possibly the Doctor saved us.
Take your pick.
Today I have been a productive keecher.
I have successfully hunted a dragon.
I have washed me. I have washed clothes.
I have made biscuits which are tasty; despite having no measuring apparatus and no idea how the oven works.
I have managed not to make my back spasm and all the muscles cease up (an irritating game it has been playing this week.)
I have a few more chores to do, then there shall be drawing.
Later I shall make mince pies. (They don't exist over here. Kallian's never had one. He is a deprived keecher.)
Lalala.
Either that or the world did end and no one noticed.
Or possibly the Doctor saved us.
Take your pick.
Today I have been a productive keecher.
I have successfully hunted a dragon.
I have washed me. I have washed clothes.
I have made biscuits which are tasty; despite having no measuring apparatus and no idea how the oven works.
I have managed not to make my back spasm and all the muscles cease up (an irritating game it has been playing this week.)
I have a few more chores to do, then there shall be drawing.
Later I shall make mince pies. (They don't exist over here. Kallian's never had one. He is a deprived keecher.)
Lalala.