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777 Abby Lane - Tuesday up in the Library
Wilson had made a beeline from the library as soon as he'd left his adopted brother in law and his mate down in the Leaf ( Read more... ) -
777 Abby Lane
Wilson had handwavily returned Lana's phone call and set up for her to come by the house on Saturday morning.
Shooing Aziraphale off to the study, the young doctor was still reestablishing his domain in the kitchen and had a pot of tea on. He was also making grilled cheese sandwiches.
[ooc: For Lana please!] -
Abby Road - Residence of Aziraphale and Wilson
Wilson set his hands on his hips and peered into the softsided duffle bag he had almost completely packed.
"It's always a bugger when I don't know where exactly I'm going," he said almost to himself and then decided that a few sweatshirts probably wouldn't be amiss so he headed for his closet to grab some. Probably Phale's.
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Abby Road - Aziraphale and Wilson's residence - Monday morning
Monday had dawned and soon found Wilson cooking, as was tradition on Labor Day!
He was making a mixture of some new creole dishes with some old favorites, including a half pig grilled out on the smoker he'd talked Aziraphale into putting out on the patio ( Read more... ) -
Abby Road - Aziraphale and Wilson's Residence - Tuesday Morning
Wilson was beginning to wonder if his charms had been replaced by an old book, given how intently Aziraphale had been studying it recently ( Read more... ) -
Abby Road - Phale and Wilson's Residence - Wednesday evening
Wilson was attempting to make gumbo.
The first four attempts at a proper rou had ended up in the trash, the mortal cursing up a blue streak each time. The fifth attempt had been deemed passable but not for gumbo but on the sixth attempt, Wilson felt he finally had it right.
And so he was making gumbo and dirty rice. The scent of both dishes was ( Read more... ) -
Aziraphale and Wilson's House, Abby Road, Saturday Evening
It seemed a nice night to sit out on the porch of the old house and enjoy the cooler weather that came with the setting of the southern summer sun. Aziraphale was inside, puttering with his inventory and had shooed the doctor out to relax for a bit after dinner ( Read more... ) -
Phone Call from Uganda
Wilson was still tired, suffering the after effects of the very disease he'd spent the past 18 months battling in Uganda ( Read more... ) -
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