Dude.

The quotes for the day, as I can't be bothered with an entry.

Nupur: My boobs are crumbling!

Joshua: Nupur, come cut cucumber and quit being a weirdo.

Me: I'm having a bad fleece day.

Joshua: So, Angel is back from hell.
Me: Yeah.
Joshua: Hell.
Me: Yeah.
Joshua: Then why did he fall through the ceiling?

Me: Strawberry sauce.
All: Awesome.

Joshua: You'll have to smooth out the sand if you want to make me into a mermaid - wait, you want to make me into a mermaid?

In other news, I'm playing with Photoshop. Not quite sure I've figured it out yet, but I have a banner on my userinfo. It is teh suck. Yay me.

I miss Hannah and Leigh already. Why do they always leave me at the same time?

Some thoughts

When I'm tired and attempting to write - which is, let's face it, most of the time - I have this wonderful tendency to write in the word that means the exact opposite of the one I mean. I've just spent a few minutes changing "all" to "nothing" and "earlier" to "later" and others of that sort.

Just thought I'd mention it. I'm amazed none of my betas has picked up on it yet. Having said that, I haven't written anything worth beta-ing for a good while. As I said to amchau earlier, I should be writing my remusremix fic, but I have two American teenagers in my room and two British nancy-boys in my head, none of whom are exactly quiet and peaceful members of society. And I've discovered Photoshop. This is not good.

I'm very tired, actually. Last night was not of the good. I kept on waking up, rolling out of bed, disturbing Nupur, trying to find my glasses and wandering downstairs. In the end I sat at the stone table in the quiet and wrote a letter to gamesiplay. When I got back to bed, Nupur had subconsciously realised she could take up the whole bed, and I spent the rest of the night as a small, pathetic heap in one corner of it.

And we had an early start, too. Pedar decided today was a good day to go to Chester, and no, I don't know why. Chester is a Roman city, formerly known as Deva, walled and steeped in history, and I did enjoy our little trip, despite the fact we didn't do much beyond walking along the walls. While we were there, I passed a shop selling Formula One stuff, and it made me think of shipperkitten. I said so.

"Is that the friend who's a fan of Kimi Raikonnen?" Pedar asked, and I said yes, she is, and I ought to remember the shop come Christmastime when I have no idea what to buy her.

"There's always Kimi Raikonnen," Pedar said, and I agreed. If possible, I would kidnap Kimi Raikonnen, hit him on the head, put him in a box with airholes, nicely wrapped up, and give him to Emily for Christmas.

This somehow developed into a game. Whom would you like to see hit on the head, put in a box and given to you for Christmas?

My answer was easy - Brian Molko. Preferably with the long hair still, but I wouldn't quibble.

Joshua said, "This is so difficult!" and wandered off to think about it.

Nupur considered. "Shah Rukh Khan," she said, and I groaned.

I groaned even more when my mother said the exact same thing. Leaving them to bicker about sharing him, I asked Didibhai.

She looked embarrassed, then whispered, "Pierce Brosnan."

Cue giggling. For a grandmother she is very girlish at times; she loves all the filmy magazines and giggles over the pictures. I think it's endearing.

Then I thought to ask Pedar.

"Mae West."

I don't want to know.

Joshua eventually decided on Jennifer Anniston, although he wouldn't say no to Sarah Michelle Gellar. I agreed with this.

It took a while to explain the game to Dadu, and I wasn't expecting him to answer, but he did: he chose Princess Diana.

Well, it amused me. Shush.

In the evening, we went to Parkgate and ate ice-creams by the edge of the marshland. It was a nice moment, although I'm sure we provided much amusement for everyone else in the vicinity with our attempts to agree on ice-cream flavours. Why I am the only person in the world who likes banana choc-chip, I don't know.

And I've spent the evening playing with Photoshop. Go me.