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crack_sparkle_pop for a Christmas fic challenge for popslash. Please go here and see if you can find a little spark of popslash left in you for the festive season. (Also, let me know if there's something crucial that I have left out of the master post, yes?)
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I had meant to put up the post on 1st Dec, but on 30th Nov, Beast and I were much involved for most of the day with a concert hosted by our mixed barbershop chorus. Men's chorus and women's chorus were also involved, albeit briefly, and we had a number of invited musical guests with some kind of connection to us.
It went pretty well—a house so full we did have to turn a few people away, which was gratifying, although the seats had been set out for us with very ungenerous leg room, which was not good. And we raised a good deal for the Priscilla Bacon Hospice fund.
Afterwards, Beast and I went out for dinner with some of the other committee members, and had a very nice time. And it wasn't raining for our walk home!
Quite a lot of Sunday was spent on making Sunday lunch (poor Grandpa had been alone from mid-morning until bedtime on Saturday), and the rest on leaf-raking. The sycamore has now dumped its entire load of leaves onto the drive, but with rake, leaf grabbers and (when he got it working properly) the leaf blower, things have been cleared, at least from the front of the house. There is still an ankle-deep layer of orange all round the beech tree at the back.
Oddly, there doesn't seem to have been any red in the trees this year. The sycamore leaves were a bright golden yellow (until they hit the ground, at which point they were mushy and brown); the beech is glorious in copper, and the horse and sweet chestnuts are orange-brown, while the oaks are a softer brown. But nothing seems to be red, this year, except for berries. It's... odd.
crack_sparkle_pop for a Christmas fic challenge for popslash. Please go here and see if you can find a little spark of popslash left in you for the festive season. (Also, let me know if there's something crucial that I have left out of the master post, yes?)*
I had meant to put up the post on 1st Dec, but on 30th Nov, Beast and I were much involved for most of the day with a concert hosted by our mixed barbershop chorus. Men's chorus and women's chorus were also involved, albeit briefly, and we had a number of invited musical guests with some kind of connection to us.
It went pretty well—a house so full we did have to turn a few people away, which was gratifying, although the seats had been set out for us with very ungenerous leg room, which was not good. And we raised a good deal for the Priscilla Bacon Hospice fund.
Afterwards, Beast and I went out for dinner with some of the other committee members, and had a very nice time. And it wasn't raining for our walk home!
Quite a lot of Sunday was spent on making Sunday lunch (poor Grandpa had been alone from mid-morning until bedtime on Saturday), and the rest on leaf-raking. The sycamore has now dumped its entire load of leaves onto the drive, but with rake, leaf grabbers and (when he got it working properly) the leaf blower, things have been cleared, at least from the front of the house. There is still an ankle-deep layer of orange all round the beech tree at the back.
Oddly, there doesn't seem to have been any red in the trees this year. The sycamore leaves were a bright golden yellow (until they hit the ground, at which point they were mushy and brown); the beech is glorious in copper, and the horse and sweet chestnuts are orange-brown, while the oaks are a softer brown. But nothing seems to be red, this year, except for berries. It's... odd.