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Oh god. My weak ankle just went boom again. Cue flashing lights and the world exploding as I hit the ground. Dragged self to nearest chair, which happened to be computer one, but I don't think emailing for help is the answer. I think I have to crawl downstairs to find phone. Everything is sort of blurry.

Edited to add: Didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm okay, really. I'm a bit shaky and still crawling but no concussion or anything. Colleen called and is standing by should I change my mind, but I'm feeling a bit better and my dad will be home soon. Thanks, everyone.

Fic:: Who Watches The Watchers?

Ah. Feel much better. Foot has been looked at and tutted at by my eminently qualified parents, and is now dosed and bound up so pain is at bearable level. I'm hoping to be able to limp around with minimal effort tomorrow. Thanks for all your nice thoughts. I even made it into the village, though my GP was a little surprised as I limped painfully across the surgery, grabbing at anything that would help me keep my balance, sat down in the chair and asked to be vaccinated against hepatitis B.

Anyway, moving on to more happy matters. Some weeks ago, amchau and I spent a thoroughly lovely afternoon lying on the grass in the Green Park, eating cherries, spotting aliens in disguise, and plotting fic. This is the fic (no spoilers).

Fic:: Who Watches The Watchers?
by Am-Chau and Raven
PG, Doctor Who (2005)/Harry Potter/Good Omens/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, (mostly) gen

( July, 1996 )