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glitteryv has been doing a series of rec posts lately. It's always lovely to see fannish recs and squee, so if you're interested in such things in various fandoms, take a look at her last few posts.

I've had some nice comments lately about my Musketeers fic lately, which are fantastic to receive. Including someone wanting to translate into Russian which was rather unexpected. I just wish they'd show the final season here already. It's been released all over the world on various platforms, but still no concrete date here. I know I could probably torrent the season, but it's not the same.

ETA: Just reading my flist and finally a date. Sat 28th May 9:30pm \o/

James is helping at a scout bag pack today, so I'm chilling out at home, which is nice as it feels like we haven't been off the roads the last few days. We were swimming yesterday and while we were there the aquafit class started. They take over 2/3 of the pool so people can keep swimming in the other part. We were watching and the instructor came over and asked if we were interested, and somehow we've committed ourself to trying the class next week. I was talking to some of the ladies in the changing room afterwards, and they were at pains to say you only have to do what you're capable of and they seem like a nice bunch. Plus, as we're members now each class only costs £2, so why not?

Both Pauline and my uncle are on holiday this week -- separately -- so we've been checking up on nanna more than usual. And of course she manage to fall down the stairs. Not many, she missed the last step, landed on her arm and shoulder and had to crawl to the phone and call her brother who then had to break in as she had the chain on the door. She didn't press her alarm service, which she pays for, as she didn't want people looking and wondering why they were there, and didn't call us, why I don't know. But at least she's realised at last it's time she has a stair lift and some adaptions done to her house.

Her staircase is the steepest I've ever seen. They all are in her street. Our first house was two doors along from hers and I was always worried carrying Corey due to the steep stairs. I'm really glad she's changed her mind at last, but remain annoyed at her doctors who said they'd come up and see her, didn't turn up, and then said they'd made her an appointment on Tuesday instead.


Corey decided to have a few last celebrations so still isn't home. He's also applied for a job at his halls cleaning all the flats ready for next year. So he could be splitting his time between home and there. Rather him than me for that job, especially as his halls retain the party hall label so I can only imagine the state of some of the flats.

This morning James got a fine for driving in a bus lane on the night Corey was sick and we took him to hospital. Which is fair enough, even if the roads were deserted and we wanted to get there asap it was still wrong. But paying that on top of the speeding fine makes our finances even tighter. It's stupid because on one hand we're laying out all this money on wedding stuff, but on the other are having to be really careful. At this rate we'll be dining like royalty one day and surviving on beans and left over cake for weeks after.