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Mar. 8th, 2021 02:54 pmToday I was being productive in terms of online stuff. I'd started my h/c exchange sign up and even added words to my Musketeers in space story, and then my MiL phoned and totally threw me out of that productive headspace. I'm glad she did phone as it was good news, saying she's off oxygen and as long as the physio says okay, she can come home in the next few days, but after 30 mins of chatting any fic words had fluttered away. Oh well, they'll come back and Aramis and Porthos can resume their conversation about tentacles.
So, because the words had gone I went and cleaned and sorted out the tin cupboard. Well, the tin and alcohol cupboard. There are some dubious things in there, the only time we really drink alcohol is when we're on holiday, but people keep giving it to us. So one part of the cupboard is bottles, and there's also such delights as tinned haggis, and for some reason multiple tins of rice pudding.
I read a very lovely Downton story last night. I the rec when reading my network and am glad I checked it out as the story is about Thomas and cats, so was always going to be a win. Lady Mary's Christmas Present.
So, because the words had gone I went and cleaned and sorted out the tin cupboard. Well, the tin and alcohol cupboard. There are some dubious things in there, the only time we really drink alcohol is when we're on holiday, but people keep giving it to us. So one part of the cupboard is bottles, and there's also such delights as tinned haggis, and for some reason multiple tins of rice pudding.
I read a very lovely Downton story last night. I the rec when reading my network and am glad I checked it out as the story is about Thomas and cats, so was always going to be a win. Lady Mary's Christmas Present.
