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I happen to own the world's least flattering pair of grey tracksuit bottoms, and on chilly, dark evenings when I know I am done going out for the day, I retreat into them like a toad slinking into hibernation. Today was bright and warm and beautiful, but here I am, grey-legged and toad-like. Autumn's in the ai-ir, as we used to sing at school.
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Weren't bad though, were we?
Yesterday morning I woke up to my radio playing The Jean Genie, which made me feel slightly like I was having an Alex moment and had woken up in Ashes to Ashes. In a lot of ways, I'm still there.
As I've said once before, this comes with a lack of restraint warning. :)
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I've forgotten where, but recently I came across a vintage grammar guide that lamented the "modern trend for confusing 'love' with 'like'. I love my mother; I like strawberries. One cannot feel love for strawberries."
I can't help thinking that my entire journal is one long counter-example. :)
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It was my LJ's birthday today. It's seven. Seven! And for those of you I have known all that time, it has been a joy.
I am pleased to report that the chard is looking happier, but I fear the cosmos is dying. Not the cosmos, as such. ;)
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Last night I dreamt that Gordon Brown came round and we ate marshmallows. I mention this just to reassure you that there is serious political content in my subconscious. It's not all fangirling you know.
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I think I have drowned my chard. Although a kindly webpage is helpfully informing me it's "very hardy", which surely is plantspeak for "even you can't kill this." I hope so, anyway, because I confess that the Droop of Dehydration and the Stoop of Saturation look the same to me.
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The day was beautiful and the way was beautiful. Ha! You have to have a certain kind of misspent youth to know where that comes from. But Spring! I'm writing this in one of those rare moments where the sunlight hits my bedroom wall, watching a bumblebee meandering through the blossom. A blue-tit is feasting on the fat ball that hangs from my ( Read more... ) -
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It's not everybody's friend, but I love snow. By now I am starting to get the hang of walking on ice, and I like how alive a nip in the air makes you feel, and there is something good for the soul about walking through a magical world. I could get used to living in a Christmas card ( Read more... ) -
The end of the rainbow
It's only taken me five years, but I am there at last! My Buffy/Rainbow story is finished! Hip, and might I add, hooray.
Catch up: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3
Spike has saved Buffy, but at what cost? Will the truth be revealed? At this point, will anyone care?
Hee, I will. :)
( Over the Rainbow, Part 4 )