![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Oct. 27th, 2005 02:05 pmProving I can be taught, when I woke in the early hours a few days ago with the shivers despite being hot I knew the infection o' doom was creeping back. One visit to the scary doctor later, her of the euro era Justin hair, and I was back on double antibiotics again. Flucloxacillin and metronidazole, how I've missed you. Not. Thankfully Corey is on half term this week so I was able to make like a sloth and sleep for most of the last two days. But I'm okay now, sort of, which is good as we've indulged in Sky Plus and the man's coming to install the new digi box tomorrow. Which isn't so bad except we're getting multi room too which means he needs to go in my bedroom, meaning it needs a good clean.
Sky plus sounds like a good thing with its 40 hours of record time, though James keeps warning me I'd better not fill it up with my crap, but really I have no idea what he's talking about *g*
Also, is there anyone willing to britpick two stories for me? I really don't need something like this.
Pulling into the garage for petrol, Chris filled up the tank, plaster covered fingers holding the nozzle in a tight grip. After paying he pulled up to the pavement and opened the boot, grabbing handfuls of crumpled sweet and crisp wrappers which he threw into the bin. Head tipped back to the sun, he enjoyed the heat against his face, though he wished he'd worn shorts and a vest, trousers and a jumper were really too hot for weather like this.
"Hey mate, do you have any fags?"
Chris looked at the man who'd walked out of the shop. "Sorry, I don't do fags," he said, before jumping in his car and driving away.
Or something like that anyway ;)
The stories aren't long and will have been beta read first so there'll be none of my horrible grammar and mistakes to wade through. One's trickc and the other is gsf, but without the f. That is if you think the f is a fuck, if you think it's a fic it's still there.
ETA: I suck, but you all knew that anyway. Happy belated birthday to the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
charlidos. I hope you had a fantastic day.
ETA2: Brit pickers have been found :)
Sky plus sounds like a good thing with its 40 hours of record time, though James keeps warning me I'd better not fill it up with my crap, but really I have no idea what he's talking about *g*
Also, is there anyone willing to britpick two stories for me? I really don't need something like this.
Pulling into the garage for petrol, Chris filled up the tank, plaster covered fingers holding the nozzle in a tight grip. After paying he pulled up to the pavement and opened the boot, grabbing handfuls of crumpled sweet and crisp wrappers which he threw into the bin. Head tipped back to the sun, he enjoyed the heat against his face, though he wished he'd worn shorts and a vest, trousers and a jumper were really too hot for weather like this.
"Hey mate, do you have any fags?"
Chris looked at the man who'd walked out of the shop. "Sorry, I don't do fags," he said, before jumping in his car and driving away.
Or something like that anyway ;)
The stories aren't long and will have been beta read first so there'll be none of my horrible grammar and mistakes to wade through. One's trickc and the other is gsf, but without the f. That is if you think the f is a fuck, if you think it's a fic it's still there.
ETA: I suck, but you all knew that anyway. Happy belated birthday to the lovely
charlidos. I hope you had a fantastic day.ETA2: Brit pickers have been found :)
