Friday!!!

[tamaranth]

1. Today I am wearing new (Per Una) jeans that I took up all by myself. (See here for details and illustration.)

2. Today the two colleagues with whom I share a desk-block are trying to teach one another Mandarin via some media-enabled website.

3. Today I drove to werk by a new route, which featured suicidal bunnies and pretty sunlit woods.

4. Today the builders were in early, but have promised me they will repair and paint the deathtrap porch next week.

5. Today is FRIDAY.

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[woolymonkey.livejournal.com]

Happy Friday!

Am sitting here with henna and clingfilm round my head waiting for translation agency to send me proofreading job that I don't want.
Am giving up now to watch DVD with kids while sewing nametapes on school uniform. (Let's see your oriental machine do THAT!)
But hoping for writing time this pm as Son One has a friend round and Son Two is off to a friend of his own. Keep your fingers crossed for some quiet writing time...

And Bobby Shaftoe died last night. Just like that. One minute I was sitting in bed reading happily. Then boom! Not fair.

[tamaranth.livejournal.com]

Boo to unwanted werk!

And *tear* for Mr Shaftoe. (All Shaftoes are doomed. It is probably genetic; look, they mostly get to breed first.) Though did you note the Contextual manner of his death?

[woolymonkey.livejournal.com]

Wot? Plunging down a deep, dark, oily hole? Nope. Didn't notice a thing.

Agency just rang to ask why I never replied to their message. Possibly because I still haven't received it. Bugger.

[tamaranth.livejournal.com]

...When the fuel oil stops streaming through the hose, he summons
all the concentration he has left. Pretends, one last time, that he actually
gives a damn. Jerks the safety pin from a white phosphorus grenade...

(No, I do not know the book off by heart: I just have access to an e-text ...)