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For some reason I got it into my head that stuffsit assignment went out today. But they don't, not until Wednesday. This means I have two days to make like sloth and not think about writing an actual story. Who knows, I may read some of the tabs I've got stacked up. Two days is plenty of time to read stories from brbb, wave one, wave three and lets not forget the long fics from no tags /o\

In the last week it's been my sister's birthday, followed the next day by my nephews, thankfully that's the end of the cluster birthdays because, man, that gets expensive. At the weekend James was at a scout camp, though as it was local came home to sleep, and each time seemingly brought home half the muddy field with him.

Pete!

Frank!

And this one. So, I was looking at photos tagged with Mikey -- because that's what I do -- and saw this one, and at first thought. Where is he? Has someone mistaken Matt for Mikey? Unlikely but I've seen stranger things. Then I saw him, and realised this was taken during the Sleep performance of amazing.