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[turps]

We've just came in after a day at the lakes, which started far too early may I say. But we've had a good day, set off about 9 with a picnic I'd made the night before. (Turkey and pease pudding sandwiches, crisps and coke. Perfect) We took the in laws and because it was so early I was allowed to be in charge of music, which meant CDs of sdbs all day apart from the charts. ( Must say here, I nearly died when MiL started talking about Busted. All I could think about was Charlie and her Busted slash *eg* )

It took a couple of hours to get to the Lakes then we chilled out with our picnic, feeding the ducks and just kicking back. We spent more time on the road than anything, but it was worth it. Easy conversation, lots of laughs, beautiful scenery and good music. Then to top it all, the MiL gave me two big bars of Toblerone for Easter, so now I have three. Well, two and a bit, which will soon only be two as I'm eating one now.

I think JC was on Radio One while I was out, the problem was we'd stopped in this little village so James could buy some gingerbread and the reception sucked. I tried to fix it but sorta made it worse. And you know what? Even though I was shouting out of the car window to hurry up because JC was on, James still sauntered back as slow as anything, the annoying man that he is ;)

So now I'm going to catch up on the flist and finish mailing castalieas James decided he needed to plan our route last night, even though we always get lost when we use the online route planner. Usually because I'm a bit of a Blair Sandburg in the navigation department. I can read a map, but by the time I see where the next turn is we're well past it *g*

Chocolate, coffee, flist, mail and some smut reading later. A perfect night I think.

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[myorangecrush.livejournal.com]

JC, radio 1?

Gutted.

Which show as some are repeated on streaming aren't they?

G

[english-muffin.livejournal.com]

Dude, my Dad has tried for years to teach me how to navigate but I'm still crap. I either fall asleep and leave him to do it himself or lose the map (or spill coffee/Coke/Dr Pepper all over it and thus rendering it a brown and soggy mess). Thankfully seeing as both my Dad and I are completely anal about getting somewhere on time and as we both know that I'm going to make us drive half way around the M25 before we even begin the real journey we always leave at least two hours extra time for us to get anywhere. "It took you six hours to get to Birmingham?" "Well we did go via Bristol and then took a little detour to Norwich, it's beautiful at this time of year you know..."

My Busted slashed? My Busted slash? I think you find that both you and Becca have written far more Busted slash than I have, thankyouverymuch :p Ok... so that's not including the Chris wanking fic I'm writing but that's not technically a Busted fic, is it? I mean *coughs loudly* Chris wanking fic? Who said that? *looks around* Hey look! A cloud! *runs off*

*runs back in*

*smooches you*

*runs out again*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I've given up trying to navigate well. Last year we were going to Glasgow and I totally read the map wrong and we ended up on the way to Edinburgh. I still say it's easy to get the two coasts mixed up *g*

Hey, I'll have you know I've only written one Busted slash fic, and maybe a few snippets in comments conversations, and thought about it a hell of a lot. So don't lay the Busted slash blame on me ;)

Chris wanking fic! Busted! Man, I'm insanely excited!

EEEEEEEE, and that's a random eeeeeeeee not because I heard anything about wanking, Chris and Busted.

*smooches you*