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post-Christmas-post. with festively-coloured but totally inappropriate icon.
I'm sitting here with a full glass of chilled Margaret River Riesling and a bowl of cherries so ripe they're bursting and sliding around my mouth and running that beautiful burgandy juice down my fingers. And a box of fortune cookies. I'm either being unspeakably trendy or unspeakably kitsch.
The family has gone; driving down to Bendigo to stay with my grandparents, and I'm left house-and-cat-sitting. It's lovely. A hot sunny day with a slight breeze, and I can feel my personal space expanding again to fill the available area.
- Casanova DVD from sister
- Finding Neverland DVD from brother
- a little note saying 'we owe you a refridgerator!' from my parents (how sweet)
- Anansi Boys from my aunt, the only relative who gives a damn enough to ASK my mother what I'd like
- a simple wooden box for earrings etc. from my grandfather
- some nice hand lotion from another aunt & uncle
My 'stocking' was the best, though. My mother went out and bought a pile of useful kitchen things like a grater, cup measures, a lemon juicer, a sieve... and then wrapped them all up and put them inna bag.
I've been in a weird wordless state for the past few days and so any chance of my producing a Christmas fic kind of died a long and horrible death. But I'm feeling a bit looser now, so if anyone wants to request a drabble or poem or snatch of writing then I'm willing to scribble all afternoon and ignore my social psych reading :)
The family has gone; driving down to Bendigo to stay with my grandparents, and I'm left house-and-cat-sitting. It's lovely. A hot sunny day with a slight breeze, and I can feel my personal space expanding again to fill the available area.
- Casanova DVD from sister
- Finding Neverland DVD from brother
- a little note saying 'we owe you a refridgerator!' from my parents (how sweet)
- Anansi Boys from my aunt, the only relative who gives a damn enough to ASK my mother what I'd like
- a simple wooden box for earrings etc. from my grandfather
- some nice hand lotion from another aunt & uncle
My 'stocking' was the best, though. My mother went out and bought a pile of useful kitchen things like a grater, cup measures, a lemon juicer, a sieve... and then wrapped them all up and put them inna bag.
I've been in a weird wordless state for the past few days and so any chance of my producing a Christmas fic kind of died a long and horrible death. But I'm feeling a bit looser now, so if anyone wants to request a drabble or poem or snatch of writing then I'm willing to scribble all afternoon and ignore my social psych reading :)
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My sister decided that my Christmas stocking this year should be pirate-themed.
Accordingly, your challenge is to write something with a David Tennant character and a Johnny Depp character who is not Captain Jack Sparrow (although Crowley's OK) with a piracy theme.
Bonus points for plaid.