"Why can't we harness that power, Stephen?"

[chaletian]

Dear Christ and all his goblins, how I despise mornings. Especially wintery mornings, when the idea of leaving one’s cozy little bed is insupportable. Having to drag myself into consciousness at ten to eight every day is a hideous task, for which I do not feel I am justly rewarded. Also, is there anything worse than attempting to have a shower in a

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[onbluebayou]

Doing Things. How I hate Doing Things. I mean, I do Do Things, but I can't always be Doing Things, like my mum. She always has to Do Things. She can't even lie in on Sunday mornings, she has to get up and tile the kitchen or something. The freak. As far as I'm concerned, Sundays don't even have mornings.

[chaletian]

LOL - my mother's the same. She's got this thing about ironing - I've never understood.

Sundays, surely, begin with the Hollyoaks omnibus and segue neatly into the afternoon? This is the way God created the world...

[katie__pillar]

My plan is to do the washing up as soon as I get in, so tea should be saved without you having to wrinkle your hands.

[chaletian]

Well, heaven forfend that I should wrinkle my hands... *g*

Is shep p. OK with you? When do you fancy doing the sausage casserole repast?

[katie__pillar]

I was thinking about doing the saus cass tonight but if you want to do shep p that's fine. I'll probably get the ingredients tonight anyway, then we can have it whenever.

Ooh, what if Waitrose don't do crap pink sausages...?

[chaletian]

Oh, shep p was only an interim measure - I wouldn't be averse to a little saus cass.

[mrs_redboots]

Ten to eight? My dear girl, that's mid-afternoon, practically.... ;)! Mind you, we do have a _reason_ to get up at 5:45, otherwise we wouldn't! No Way, Absolutely Copper-Bottomed Not. As it is, we do, and enjoy it.... but then I, for one, am drooping by about 10:00!