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blamebramptonOn several topics:
* Fathers who could ... I so nearly managed to finish it last week, despite the ENTIRE UNIVERSE coming up with ridiculously stupid ways to delay me. But it's still not there, and I really will not have time to do it before I hand in my worldcup fic. I am sorry! And now to get cracking with said worldcup fic. Absolute deadline is March 15, so not that bad.
* The cat does have pneumonia. She has at least one and probably two months of antibiotics ahead of her, along with bronchiodilators, which will be reassessed in a fortnight to see if she gets a puffer. She must be sick, she put up with us dosing her with pills and paste. The vet says that he thinks it will all be well at the end of her travail.
* The peachicks down to one survivor, last I heard. Sorry.
* The peafowl farmer, it occurs to me, looks very much like Lucius Malfoy, especially the hair. Butshiv5468 would not want to associate with him, too broad an Australian accent and too great a tendency to tear apart walls in order to re-engineer.
* P.G. Wodehouse is one of those writers whose works you assume you know, because you read him many years ago, or because people quote him all the time, or because you are a great fan of Stephen Fry. I have spent all of February in a complete Wodehouse binge, and if you never listen to me on anything else, listen when I say: Read Wodehouse!
Two quotes to convince, both from Summer Lightning. In the preface (I apologise for the length, but couldn't bear to cut it):
And then half-way through:
* I am so far behind with my recs that I am declaring the month after Worldcup to be rec month, and I shall catch up!
I had more, but after a month of wheezy cat on end of bed and subsequent sleeplessness, I am too stupid to continue without a nap.
* Fathers who could ... I so nearly managed to finish it last week, despite the ENTIRE UNIVERSE coming up with ridiculously stupid ways to delay me. But it's still not there, and I really will not have time to do it before I hand in my worldcup fic. I am sorry! And now to get cracking with said worldcup fic. Absolute deadline is March 15, so not that bad.
* The cat does have pneumonia. She has at least one and probably two months of antibiotics ahead of her, along with bronchiodilators, which will be reassessed in a fortnight to see if she gets a puffer. She must be sick, she put up with us dosing her with pills and paste. The vet says that he thinks it will all be well at the end of her travail.
* The peachicks down to one survivor, last I heard. Sorry.
* The peafowl farmer, it occurs to me, looks very much like Lucius Malfoy, especially the hair. But
shiv5468 would not want to associate with him, too broad an Australian accent and too great a tendency to tear apart walls in order to re-engineer.* P.G. Wodehouse is one of those writers whose works you assume you know, because you read him many years ago, or because people quote him all the time, or because you are a great fan of Stephen Fry. I have spent all of February in a complete Wodehouse binge, and if you never listen to me on anything else, listen when I say: Read Wodehouse!
Two quotes to convince, both from Summer Lightning. In the preface (I apologise for the length, but couldn't bear to cut it):
A certain critic – for such men, I regret to say, do exist – made the nasty remark about my last novel that it contained 'all the old Wodehouse characters under different names'. He has probably now been eaten by bears, like the children who made mock of the prophet Elisha: but if he still survives he will not be able to make a similar charge against Summer Lightning. With my superior intelligence, I have outgeneralled the man this time by putting in all the old Wodehouse characters under the same names. Pretty silly it will make him feel, I rather fancy.
And then half-way through:
'Oh?' said Millicent dully. She had dropped into a chair and picked up a book. She looked like something that might have occurred to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.He really is as good as I remembered him being, which in my experience is very rarely the case.
* I am so far behind with my recs that I am declaring the month after Worldcup to be rec month, and I shall catch up!
I had more, but after a month of wheezy cat on end of bed and subsequent sleeplessness, I am too stupid to continue without a nap.
