"You want to marry secrets and have little half-secret, half-human children."

Boo. It's me. And my hair. (Quite smooth today; I blow dried it.) Once again, I have come on to LJ and then felt completely disinclined to write anything, but here goes. So, um. Yes. New phone. It's shiny and ace and takes photos and everything. I love it quite a lot already.

Jade is going back to Australia after Christmas. I am vee sad about this. *sad face*

Went into Sheen this morning and bought milk and bread and mourned (again) the loss of Woolworths. Why did they close it? Why? (OK. Recent events make that question fairly redundant, but whatever.) Particularly vexing because (a) I broke our whisk and planned to replace it there and (b) our most excellent Woolworths-bought chopping knife has disappeared and I need to replace that too.

Weather was lovely today. Afternoon, I met Jess at Brentford and we tooled along to Staines for Kathye's Christmas gather, which was extremely and also very lovely. Leek and potato soup. Yum. Plan on making that tomorrow, what with plentitude of both leeks and potatoes in FT at the moment. Also maybe celeriac soup. There will be much soup in our future. We could do with a larger freezer. Tant pis.

At Kathye's, Hannah was unfeasibly adorable. I am well on the way to making her think I am AN ACTUAL STAR. Heh. Megan is still not convinced that I am not going to be a Russian queen. I am a little bit naughty. *cheery smile* In more distressing news, some bright sparks thought it would be HIGH-LAR-IOUS to stick about three million knitting needles IN MY HEAD and then see how many could be removed before my hair fell down. Katie filmed it for the mind of the posterity (or for the mind of the film project for my grandparents' Christmas present, whatevs).

Off to Xanthe's for her birthday party tomorrow. Or off to Xanthe's church hall, at any rate.

Sainsbury's last night. I saw a trashy magazine with the following cover:



"Daddy sent me from HEAVEN" What. The. Fuck?! If I may extrapolate from this headline, I assume this woman's partner died and then she had his baby. Vee sad. But I reiterate: what. The. Fuck? Could that be any more arse-cringingly sentimentally twaddlish? Daddy and Mummy loved each other in a special way had sex and then Daddy went to play with the angels died and you were brought home by the stork were born. Daddy did not, in fact, send you from heaven.

[Shakespeare] In Fair Verona :: PG-13 :: 1/-

Back in the summer, xanantha and I went to see Romeo & Juliet at the Regent's Park Open Air Theatre, and it was completely ace and lovely, and in my head I thought of a comedy AU whereby R and J hadn't actually snuffed it and got married and had to cope with their Montague and Capulet rellies in an amusing sit-com-esque fashion. Naturally. Who hasn't come up with random Shakespearean AU fic ideas? Who indeed. I mentioned this to a couple of people, and they chuckled. What I didn't mention (having at least a degree of self-preservation) was that I actually wrote some.

So, in honour of xanantha's 25th birthday (Happy Birthday!!!), I give you the first (and possibly only) part of In Fair Verona.

Title: In Fair Verona
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Romeo & Juliet (if that can actually be considered a fandom!)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Pretty darn major for the whole play, but it's been out for a while now, so I leave people to take their chances.
Summary: Romeo and Juliet return to Verona.


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ETA: LOL having posted that it is tiny and so does not deserve to be called a part of anything!

Hark the herald angels lusting over Dean Winchester...

I have had a perfectly splendid morning. I did a lot of washing up and a load of laundry and sorted the recycling in a vague sort of way and cleaned the kitchen and had a croissant and an apple and a cup of tea for breakfast, whilst listening to one of my slightly-comic-songs-from-the-30s tapes. There's now Christmas music and the promise of our Christmas tree. It's a beautiful morning, and I am loving life in the love nest and the world and everything. The sun is shining. I haven't got time to make soup, but never mind. And now I'm going to have a shower and iron my dress and wrap presents. Ooh, badge to make too!

Mon dieu et ses petits poissons...

Good lord. I have been out to a party, come back, pottered around, had a cup of tea, made some leek and potato soup, texted a couple of people, had a bath, moisturised myself ALL OVER, and it's still only half past ten! That's so awesome. Today's been a great day. I don't understand why so many people feel life has to have a point when mere existence itself can be so wonderful.