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Jan. 16th, 2020 03:50 pmI posted the co-written comment fic I mentioned a few days previously. I couldn't work out how to post as me plus an anon or orphan co-writer so just had to mention that in the notes part. Sadly, some of the art that went with the fic has been deleted on the actual journal of the person who created it which is a shame. But, another piece is still there which is great.
So, if you're in the mood to read nearly 17k of a four-year-old de-aged Bob. It's here.
We got our hire car yesterday. It's another Mokka, but a black one and inferior as it doesn't have bum warming seats which is just wrong. Clem should be back by next week, though. In excellent timing, she had to have her annual service on Monday and passed with flying colours, apart from the dent on the wing. Typically, James was talking to the Motability man at the garage who said it would have been okay to wait to do the repairs as it's cosmetic damage only. On one hand, yeah, it would have been good not to have had to pull out £100 excess this month, but on the other. At least it's done.
James was back at the doctors this morning as he's still not feeling 100% right. Plus, the doctor's phoned two days ago saying they needed to see him, and it turns out two of his tablets in combination have contributed to the deaths of two people so the coroner had sent out letters to those on the same combo. The doctor was so good, took more blood, did a heart trace and juggled the meds a little and James has to go back a week today and see if that's made any difference. He's at work now but man, it's one thing after another lately.
I'm all caught up with Prodigal Son now, and as I suspected it was one hell of an ep. Now I need to decide if I'm going to start watching the new Party of Five or continue on with The Mandalorian. Decisions decisions.
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shadowhive linked me to this. Talk about relevant to my interests :D
So, if you're in the mood to read nearly 17k of a four-year-old de-aged Bob. It's here.
We got our hire car yesterday. It's another Mokka, but a black one and inferior as it doesn't have bum warming seats which is just wrong. Clem should be back by next week, though. In excellent timing, she had to have her annual service on Monday and passed with flying colours, apart from the dent on the wing. Typically, James was talking to the Motability man at the garage who said it would have been okay to wait to do the repairs as it's cosmetic damage only. On one hand, yeah, it would have been good not to have had to pull out £100 excess this month, but on the other. At least it's done.
James was back at the doctors this morning as he's still not feeling 100% right. Plus, the doctor's phoned two days ago saying they needed to see him, and it turns out two of his tablets in combination have contributed to the deaths of two people so the coroner had sent out letters to those on the same combo. The doctor was so good, took more blood, did a heart trace and juggled the meds a little and James has to go back a week today and see if that's made any difference. He's at work now but man, it's one thing after another lately.
I'm all caught up with Prodigal Son now, and as I suspected it was one hell of an ep. Now I need to decide if I'm going to start watching the new Party of Five or continue on with The Mandalorian. Decisions decisions.
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shadowhive linked me to this. Talk about relevant to my interests :D
