Free Saturday

Happy birthday to thebratqueen

 I miss your fic. I reread Protocol often and really am sad that you moved on to other interests. Happy happy birthday!!

I am writing bigger today because I am having a Saturday off. Just as well really because it is getting on to midday and the frost is just lifting. Interestingly, I just typed living instead of lifting. That must say something about how my brain transmits thoughts to my fingers. Don't know what though. I think I must mishear my inner voice.


Back to normal: big writing is too tiring! So, yesterday was very nice. I got my hair cut and then mam and dad came up. Mam and I went to the shops and the market where we bought loads of things for Christmas eating pleasure. We went to the Anchor for lunch where I had a very lovely chicken kiev style dish except it was stuffed with Stilton and black pudding rather than garlic butter.

So, one more day after this and I will have completed a whole month of posting every day in November. That's a NaBloPoMo done. It hasn't been too arduous actually, what with Denise Welch and opera trip and weekend away and everything. I wonder if there's a banner somewhere?

Now, last Bones thoughts for a while.Even this week's title failed to meet the criterion of The ______ in the ________. In this the first shall be last, as the episode number on the end was 02, so this was technically a season 3 episode.
( The Bone That Blew orWe are family )

1667 Jonathan Swift was born. I'm not sure if it was today or tomorrow so I shall save the jolly little story about him until tomorrow. One birthday mention per day is enough I think and this is bratqueen's day. So there Dean Swift!

Free Saturday

Happy birthday to thebratqueen

 I miss your fic. I reread Protocol often and really am sad that you moved on to other interests. Happy happy birthday!!

I am writing bigger today because I am having a Saturday off. Just as well really because it is getting on to midday and the frost is just lifting. Interestingly, I just typed living instead of lifting. That must say something about how my brain transmits thoughts to my fingers. Don't know what though. I think I must mishear my inner voice.


Back to normal: big writing is too tiring! So, yesterday was very nice. I got my hair cut and then mam and dad came up. Mam and I went to the shops and the market where we bought loads of things for Christmas eating pleasure. We went to the Anchor for lunch where I had a very lovely chicken kiev style dish except it was stuffed with Stilton and black pudding rather than garlic butter.

So, one more day after this and I will have completed a whole month of posting every day in November. That's a NaBloPoMo done. It hasn't been too arduous actually, what with Denise Welch and opera trip and weekend away and everything. I wonder if there's a banner somewhere?

Now, last Bones thoughts for a while.Even this week's title failed to meet the criterion of The ______ in the ________. In this the first shall be last, as the episode number on the end was 02, so this was technically a season 3 episode.
( The Bone That Blew orWe are family )

1667 Jonathan Swift was born. I'm not sure if it was today or tomorrow so I shall save the jolly little story about him until tomorrow. One birthday mention per day is enough I think and this is bratqueen's day. So there Dean Swift!