Ouch.

So, there's me, happily bouncing round 'cause Special Needs is on, and suddenly and with an audible crack, my right ankle decided to self-destruct. I was going to say, have you ever had that familiar sinking feeling where you know that in a fraction of a second you're going to hit a hard stone floor with a force equivalent to your entire bodyweight over a very small area, and having done that, you're going to lie there in bone-deep pain while every single one of the small bones in your foot collides with the next one along, and for the next ten minutes, you're just going to resemble a crumpled heap of organic matter feeling incredibly dizzy and that your head is shortly about to go through the floor.

I was going to say that.

But I won't, as it's clear that this sort of thing happens to no-one but me.

Urrrgh.

Message

Okay. For once, I have something things to talk about - my continued lameness, Clare's discovery of sentient life-forms in her carpet, a review of Full Circle (just, whoa) - but no time right now. Instead, a message to people - specifically, Clare, Em, Enid, Colleen and Becca. In a sentence:

What are you all doing on Friday? Fancy meeting up to do the regular sloping-round-Liverpool thing?

Comment now or forever hold your peace. And please comment. I was supposed to arrange this last night, but totally forgot.

Stargate - Full Circle

Initial response? Like, whoa.
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