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blamebrampton) wrote2015-11-06 02:06 am
blamebrampton) wrote2015-11-06 02:06 am
Not-Nano Day 5
Today: 1829 words, cumulative total: 9050.
Was slowed by doing a reread and copy edit of all that is in this fic so far. It is going to be in the 'Yes, I meant to read that, but it was so long …' category I fear.
Lost 20 tomatoes to birds and caterpillars today. Have hand-picked off dozens of caterpillars and bought netting for the birds. I am feeling at one with my swearing Greek gardening neighbours and will soon start netting the entire back garden in a fit of pique, as they do.
Also went for a lovely walk along the river today (day off!) and bought some chocolates from the chocolateria on the other side of the bridge. There was a wonderfully huge 10-month-old American Staffordshire terrier that apparently weighs 50kg. Its owner was all, 'Fear not, miss! I can control him!' while I was holding out my hands with glee and saying, 'Let me pat you, happy doggie!' Dog and I both pleased by the encounter, owner enjoyed himself telling stories of how much work the dog is to train and walk.
Then, on my walk home, I was going to come up the mid-way path that leads straight up the hill from the river to my street through two parks. The path travels away from the river in a series of switchbacks, with fences against the 'cliff' (more a cutaway into the already steep hill) edge so people can look out over the water. I glanced up to see how wet the path was and saw a man and a woman standing at the second fence, looking at me anxiously. Then I realised that they were standing very close. And her skirt was up around her shoulders. I continued along the river to the next path.
A friend rang as I finally made my way through the park near the top of the hill, and we had a lovely long talk with me sitting under a flowering gum. The whole time I wanted to say, 'Three-thirty in the afternoon is a wholly inappropriate time for public sex, don't you think? Think of the schoolchildren walking home and people out for walks, trying to mull over their fest fics!' But I just couldn't find a way to work it into the conversation.
Was slowed by doing a reread and copy edit of all that is in this fic so far. It is going to be in the 'Yes, I meant to read that, but it was so long …' category I fear.
Lost 20 tomatoes to birds and caterpillars today. Have hand-picked off dozens of caterpillars and bought netting for the birds. I am feeling at one with my swearing Greek gardening neighbours and will soon start netting the entire back garden in a fit of pique, as they do.
Also went for a lovely walk along the river today (day off!) and bought some chocolates from the chocolateria on the other side of the bridge. There was a wonderfully huge 10-month-old American Staffordshire terrier that apparently weighs 50kg. Its owner was all, 'Fear not, miss! I can control him!' while I was holding out my hands with glee and saying, 'Let me pat you, happy doggie!' Dog and I both pleased by the encounter, owner enjoyed himself telling stories of how much work the dog is to train and walk.
Then, on my walk home, I was going to come up the mid-way path that leads straight up the hill from the river to my street through two parks. The path travels away from the river in a series of switchbacks, with fences against the 'cliff' (more a cutaway into the already steep hill) edge so people can look out over the water. I glanced up to see how wet the path was and saw a man and a woman standing at the second fence, looking at me anxiously. Then I realised that they were standing very close. And her skirt was up around her shoulders. I continued along the river to the next path.
A friend rang as I finally made my way through the park near the top of the hill, and we had a lovely long talk with me sitting under a flowering gum. The whole time I wanted to say, 'Three-thirty in the afternoon is a wholly inappropriate time for public sex, don't you think? Think of the schoolchildren walking home and people out for walks, trying to mull over their fest fics!' But I just couldn't find a way to work it into the conversation.
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Ha, that couple. How disappointing you couldn't seem to weave that phrase into the conversation :D
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I can only imagine my friend's horror if I'd tried ;-)