Scarves and gloves and earrings and stuff like that...

So, it is 12.10 pm on this beautiful winter's day.
I still feel like it's morning, but everyone else seems to be up (ahem - snowdrop24, osiris13, even chanandlerbong, who shares my penchant for sleeping into the afternoon).
However, I am fairly proud of myself, because I am not at home. Pedar has a truckload of paperwork to do, and as I wasn't doing anything this morning, he has brought me with him so I can corrupt his computer with my weirdness. We are safely ensconced in the hospital, in truth, it seems he wants company, so he is over to my right drowning in a sea of files, folders, and dictaphones, while I sit here typing this.
I shouldn't forget my gloves. I took them off to type, and I know I'm going to forget them. I'm wearing a scarf and gloves for the first time this year - the fact they are such a wonderful shade of deep red means the school are always deeply offended when I wear them. They actually station an unfortunate teacher outside to make sure no-one is entering the school with two pairs of earrings, (me) oddly coloured gloves and scarf, (me) strange colours in hair (me) or a black coat (everyone). My only consolation is the fact the teacher in question is usually dying of hypothermia by nine am.
So what now?
I think I will go and check my email, not that I will have any as no-one loves me, and think about stuff.
Because that is what I do.

(With grateful thanks to tygermoonfoxx)

Not a great deal has happened since... what? four hours ago?
However...
My Livejournal got reviewed!
I'm now a very happy raven.
And what do you know, we have banoffee pie!

Sixty-nine

I have sixty-nine LJ friends. I don't find that remotely amusing.
Well... not much to say. Pedar and I have been sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching Frasier - he wants to watch Witness later, and I'm all for it. I like that film, which is surprising, because we hardly ever like the same films, which the obvious exceptions of Clueless and The Shawshank Redemption.
I was watching M*A*S*H earlier - the one where Trapper nearly gets sent home. Frighteningly, when Trapper was describing his symptoms, Pedar breezed through, remarked, "You have a duodenal ulcer!" and went out.
Five seconds later Trapper diagnosed himself. No prizes for guessing what was wrong with him.
I only mention all of this because it was a delightfully slashy ep - you can see Hawkeye is nearly crying at the prospect of Trapper leaving.
Ah... nice.

I dream of rain...

Hmmm.... snowdrop24 wants another challenge, as sequel to Desert Rose, which she wrote for me, if I remember rightly.
I liked the Christmas idea.
All right... write me a Christmas fic, sequel to the other one, featuring, among other things, the happy pair trying to decorate a Christmas tree, trying to figure out good Christmas presents for everyone (including Cassandra!), Daniel explaning the concept of Santa Claus and Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, and lots of falling asleep in front of the fireplace.
Hope you like!