This journal's going Friends Only for a little while. If you're not on my Friends List, well, you're honestly not going to be missing all that much. If I ever manage to finish any of the thousand and one WIPs (believe it or not, I have every intention of finishing at least one!) I'll post them unlocked. Ha! No one is spared the fic!
At this point, if you wish, you can imagine a nice interlude film thingy, like they used to have on the olden days on the BBC. A nice lady arranging flowers, perhaps, to the tune of 'An English Country Garden'. Or a fisherman attempting to balance spoons on his nose, accompanied by someone playing Greensleeves on a kazoo.
At this point, if you wish, you can imagine a nice interlude film thingy, like they used to have on the olden days on the BBC. A nice lady arranging flowers, perhaps, to the tune of 'An English Country Garden'. Or a fisherman attempting to balance spoons on his nose, accompanied by someone playing Greensleeves on a kazoo.
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I'm imagining a peaceful day in the shire, lots of cakes & ale, and quiet nap under a large tree.
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i'm not sure that makes for a nice interlude thingy.
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Since I no longer appear to be on the friends list (not that I blame you, adding me means you have to work your way through the drivel I post in my journal!) I shall have to settle for library music played over "pages from Ceefax", rather than hear all that is new and Sheldrakian...
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I miss the fish.
Pausefiskene they were called. *wanders off nostalgically*
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I Am Nonymous
Has Galacticjack recovered from 'Van Helsing' yet?
I'm off to ponder why I can sleep so easily during daylight hours yet after dark I'm bloody wide awake?
Although maybe if I think about it there's a connection to Van Helsing that I hadn't at first noticed...
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*peeved*
Must make note to check you daily as miss you!
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