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After disposing of msscribe, bad_penny now is doing Cassandra Claire and the plagiarism thing. This fandom was founded on teh crazy.

The weather has well and truly broken; it's done nothing but rain for four days. We laffed when we saw that the people in number 45 had sown an enormous lawn (c. 1 acre), but they have been vindicated and I expect to see the thing turn green any day now. They are something of a joke to the other inhabitants of the townland, because last year they decided that they didn't want the great heap of topsoil that was left after building their house, and they paid contractors to carry it away, and dumped it into a bog. Now they've decided that they'll make their garden, so they have bought 20 lorry-loads of topsoil, at an estimated cost of £2000.

I'm trying to buy a wedding present for Gillian and Phil. Having left it hopelessly late (I lost the wedding invitation which had the list number on it), I'm having to make up an assortment of cooking and kitchen stuff. I must get up and fetch my credit card.

We went for a walk tonight and saw four buzzards. They hunt over the bog in the valley, and as well as soaring they were flying low and quite close over us as we walked, crying so much they sounded like seagulls.

And my sister has made an apploffee pie (like banoffee, only with apples.)

The Irish weather has done that thing it does every so often, and is pretending to be the Mediterranean. It's almost unbearable in work, and it's too hot to eat proper meat and three veg, especially by dinnertime. It's all scratch suppers and ice cream on the grass in Donegall Square, and long evening mostly spent gardening. Our flat rate internet is pretty low; it's fortunate that that coincided with the good weather. We were lifting 16 million stones in the front paddock, and the loose soil was starting to blow away in the wind. My little brother was driving the tractor, which seems all wrong, even though he's now old enough to drive it on the road.


It thundered half of last night, and poured with rain. When I went to bed I was so hot that I fetched up an ice-pack that we put in the cool-box and wrapped it in a tea towel and took it to bed with me. I could see lightening flickering, but it was far off. Then a couple of hours later I was woken by the thunder and the rain, and I had to jumpup and shut the window before my curtains were soaked. It was lovely,damp and coolish, this morning, but by the afternoon it was hotter than ever.


I'm rereading Georgette Heyer at the moment, much to the surprise of my colleagues, who thought that my library consisted solely of science fiction. I can never quite decide whether my favourite novel is Friday's Child or Sylvester.

I've just realised what a long time it is until series 3: 40 weeks and 2 days. You could have a baby in that amount of time!

( That big Series 3 spoiler )

Oh, and the Word of the Day is hubris. I am sure that this is significant.

Somewhat incoherent:

( Spoilers )

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( Spoilers for NEXT WEEK. Yes, that is the BIG BANGY FINALE I'm talking about. )

We're so close to the end! I'll be having Ten withdrawal symptoms in a fortnight.