Mischief managed

[blamebrampton]

Had a knock on the door to day. Staggered from bed with my hair birdsnesty and a J shirt preserving my dignity (I am coming down with a cold and had spent the morning in bed), I peered out from behind the door to see a familiar face.

My friend and his partner have moved in next door! Hurrah!

In other news, the Monster kitten continues to pick up her favourite toys and bring them to my feet where she drops them and looks up at me with a hopeful expression until I toss them about for her to chase. I knew that letting her watch Lassie Come Home was a mistake.

Back to the fest writing!!

ETA: Leochi drew her! It's wonderful! 

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[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

Yayes!

Except for the cold - :(

*sends tea and hot lemon toddies and soft aloe tissues*

Loki managed to commit the unforgivable tonight - he knocked the vase with the dozen long stemmed roses that my partner had given me (best apology he's managed for a while) off the cabinet in the living room - despite supervision and repeated suggestions that going near it would lead to kitty death. >.>

Two soggy bath towels, one damp antique print, one very damp carpet and rug later, I now have eleven long stemmed roses, and a completely unrepentant cat.

Whee! However, I am WRITING! OMG! *dies of shock*

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I KNOW! You temptress, I have resisted reading your chapter due to the evil deadline of doom but you are my reward!

BAD Loki! I hope the print recovers, and am sorry about the rose. The girls have been very well behaved limiting their knowcking over to CDs and cards off shelves.

Cold means I am going to hold of visiting till next week, when flights are much cheaper and more available, too, and I won't be infecting your fair city. Thursday to Friday or Saturday, I think.

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

Huh? Have you read my silly WiP? *looks dazed and probably confused*

I don't think I've ever been anyone's reward before... I'm gobsmacked!

I suspect I should be showering and going to sleep as C has to be up at 5am as he's back on shifts this week (long live ill workmates). Instead I'm feverishly writing the next chapter - 10 months of nada...and now I can't stop typing. I suspect it's all garbage, but hey... *watches fingers fly*

Next week is ok - cold is bad *makes wardy fingers* - I hope it doesn't get horrible. I am excited. I would dance, but if I start jiggling seismic meters go off in Gippsland.

*hugs*

*glares at the evil deadline of doom*

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I started and then stopped because I could see the festival of reading and not writing approaching. Looking forward to it!!

And the cold feels mild, just annoying.