*flops onto the sofa in peace for the last night*

Do you know, the conventional washing machine is ridiculously small? Clothes that would've taken me two loads to wash in our Lancaster laundrette are taking me five here. Five. Not to mention the dryer is in the garage and nothing short of Roger Federer himself standing at the bottom of the garden would get me going outside in the dark when there's no doubt flocks of Maybugs out there. *grins* Which means the room is gradually filling with wet washing. I probably should've done the washing *before* the last night, but eh...

I'm sorry Sound wasn't posted today; started writing it last night, decided a little way in to rewatch the original Five Senses ad and realised what I was writing really didn't match the original plan I'd set out with, to do things a little differently. So now I'm going to work on other fic and fb until I decide which of two possible ways to go. *ponders*

I'm sure I wanted to say something else. Hhmm. Nope, it's gone.

Clo

EDIT: Remembered what I wanted to ask - y'think Roger's ever broken his nose? Has he ever said it somewhere that I've missed?

Just something I was pondering while watching an interview with him earlier. Hhmm. *ponders how to put it in fic*

Little things...

Just checking the Manchester Airport site to see if the 'rental's flight is on time, it made me squee to realise I'd been to four of the cities out of the ten on the arrivals list. *giggles* One more and I'll be halfway!

I wonder how much it would cost to get me to Prague... *ponders*

*sighs* Freedom is almost at an end. I'm playing music very loudly and watching tennis to make the most of it. This week's been fun, apart from getting attacked by bugs and utterly failing to work out how to use the dryer because what the hell do they need all those different settings for? It has the sole function of drying clothes; what they have to go make it so bloody complicated for?!. Oh and the lack of fic/revision/anything I've done this week but I'm going to catch up on that before I go back to Lancaster. Some of it. Really.

So I'd better go do that. *sighs* It really has been fun.

Clo

EDIT: And that stupid tennis-players-as-pokemon plotbunny? IS STILL IN GNAWING ON MY ANKLE GODDAMIT.