{ yesterday's tweets. }

• 10:20 today is about cleaning this room, and vacuuming the whole house. Aie #
• 15:17 Heading into D \o/ #
• 16:05 Mailed letters, bought chili olive oil; treated myself to a milkshake. Was attacked by a combine harvester. #
• 18:15 Time to beta! #

LoudTwitter, yo.

{ it's frayed at both the ends. }

Happy Birthday viennawaits! I hope that you have a lovely day, and a year to match! *streamers*

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Oh gosh, so busy. The Mother decided that she wanted to choose today - on day before guests are due to arrive - to re-arrange the study. Cue chaos. It's still a mess, but at least the desks are now in their new positions. This does, however, explain why my net cut out last night: disconnected router, sigh.

More chores today: have run out of blu-tack, so can't put up more cards. Will instead be ironing. Um. Huzzah? Also, I bought some thank you notecards which need sending out.

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Wednesday was a great day. Went to the matinee screening of Kung Fu Panda with my aunt, Baby Cousin and The Sister, and then went to lunch. Baby Cousin loved the film - her first cinema experience - and laughed heartily every time one of the characters got whacked on the head. \o/

The Sister and I spent an extra hour in town so that she could buy new school trousers, and we fested in Paperchase because that store is my zen. Came home and watched the pilot of 4400 whilst The Sister straightened my hair, before dashing out to catch the bus to The Fairy's place. The bus driver remembered me from 4 years a go (haha), and The Flatmate called whilst I walked down to The Fairy's house. We had an amazing time - wine, pizza, quacking ducks (it's a theme, obvs.) and BopIt. A quietly riotous evening by all accounts. Got home after midnight and promptly went to bed. Am such an old woman sometimes.

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A re-rec, because last time it was in a locked post: razorxrosary wrote a poignant post-Journey's End Doctor Who fic that puts a hand in your gut and tugs sharply. Oh, so sad, and so real compared to a lot of the other post-JE fics out there. Light, Then Negative was written for me, which I guess makes me biased, but seriously: so lovely. You must read it! No excuses!

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Birthday present picspam, as promised ages and ages a go.

Heffalump (as yet unnamed) and Roma from wliberation ♥

( plus. )

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The gardener has been here since 8-something this morning, and he's really doing my head in. Omg, the lawn mower is so fucking loud. And that hedge trimmer - oiskie!

{ Sheman Alexie: Love Poem from First Indian on the Moon. }

Love Poem from First Indian on the Moon
by Sherman Alexie

I was a fisherman for 15,000 years
before you stumbled onto my shore
your leg sea-heavy and awkward.

Do you remember?

How strange to know corn saved your life
but it's always simple gifts that matter most.

So when I give you a can of commodity corn
instead of a dozen roses
it doesn't mean I don't love you
it means I want to save you

from hunger, disease, the long winter.
I can wrap you in old blankets
that smell like me

and I can hold you
with these hands
that held the spear,
that still hold the tribe

inches above the surface
of this river, this water

still and almost perfect, waiting
for the sudden
motion of arm, that strike
of stone into flesh.

We have learned that love is never civilized.

{ time for another picspam of the postcards I own - huzz! }

( the use of the flash was brought to you by the overcast sky outside my bay window. )