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[pensnest]

Dear heaven, will this oppressive heat never end? I'm hot and sweaty all over, and there's still a humungous pile of ironing to be finished (I don't quite understand how any of us manages to get dressed, I'd have thought *all* our clothes must have ended up in the ironing pile by now).

Anyway. In between ironing and listening to Psmith, and pootling about, I managed to write this Lance-comes-out ficlet over on fic_requests. And, I managed to bring the Justin-has-an-orgy fic to a close, here, but don't rush thither salivating, folks, somehow I just couldn't write an actual, you know, orgy scene. Can't think why.

And I've pretty much done my next wtf27 story. Anyone got time to beta it for me?

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[debsfarm.livejournal.com]

You are welcome any time as house stays nice and cool in this heat. I still sleep with the duvet on, as the temperature is so even. Ironing pile - I thought you had someone who came in and did it!
Speak to you soon

[pensnest]

Hi there, sister dear! Sorry I didn't phone - those nice chaps from NTL disconnected both our phone lines, for reasons not fully understood by anyone, and it took several days to get them to reconnect us. (Not that we really minded, since the cable modem still worked.)

Bun has been squeaking about coming to visit you, and it would be very nice indeed - but it'll have to wait a while, as I have Panto Stuff to deal with, notably auditions which take place at the weekend (and on the following Wednesday). In theory, of course, Bun is supposed to be getting a job, but she is patently not at all keen on actually *getting* a job. Hmm. (You don't know anyone who could use a healthy Chemical Physics student for a few weeks, I suppose?)

The ironing... did at one time get shipped off to an outside ironer, but I don't really mind doing the ironing, I sit there and listen to tape stories, or sing, or move the whole lot upstairs and watch telly... it's just getting around to it that, um, eludes me.

Give the munchkins a big kiss from me.