Working Overtime

I learned yesterday that if one has a spin dryer and a bicycle, it is impossible to cross a busy dual carriageway unless a kindly passer-by stops to offer assistance. Yes, folks, I was that passer-by.

Also posted a little Lamby porn to fic_requests, here, just squeaking in under my self-imposed deadline as I have vowed to produce at least one story a month for that community. (If you've arrived from the website, please do leave a comment here!)

Some little quirk of the system meant no internet until now, so I shall scurry off to read my flist and respond to my email. I hate internet-less mornings.