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We discovered last night that Unspeakable Mould has taken hold of our living room carpet. Ick. Beast and I were trying to spread out a mattress-sized plastic bag on the floor (never mind why, it's dull) and moved aside the stack of cardboard boxes containing the Chinese dinner service my dad gave us several, cough, months ago. Whether 'twas the bottom box that had mould, or there was some vileness in the carpet, or maybe the cat peed in there (I think, I hope, we would have noticed that), we cannot tell. But, badness.

However, that's not really why I'm posting. The thing is, as we were hastily removing possibly vulnerable/useful stuff from the vicinity of the Great Mouldy Waste, my Beast handed me an attaché case that turned out to contain (a) several pretty cards etc I had obviously saved for years, and which may, when I can be bothered to get the scanner going, be turned into icons one day; and (b) the copious notes I made several years ago for my ST:TNG Magnum Opus. Which never got written, but when would have needed an extremely dedicated beta been a fabulous story. Trust me!

Shame it never got written, really.

( As there is probably one person on my flist who might be interested, I'm putting this under the cut. Most of you can move right along now. )