Here comes the sun

No, make that the moon. Both Husband and I were restless so I checked the clock to see if it was remotely close to waking up time (say 5ish) but no, it was only 2AM.

( On the power of the moon to fade my curtains )

Car hospital report

Collected my beloved wheels from car hospital this afternoon.

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More ouchies

I seem to have developed a full fibro flare. I blame slippage in the beige*, the weather, and recent overenthusiasm in the small strong repetitive twisty movement department.

( I seem to have lost my enthusiasm for interesting cut text )

Tall, dark and handsome. With a limp. And cufflinks.

I produce a fair few words these days, some business-related, some rant/lj related. This regimen rarely requires that I generate character studies, or indeed describe fictional characters in even the briefest of terms.

That's right. Every word in this blog is true.

Sure, I've made a couple of recent forays into very short fiction, but they've been not much more than scenes with minimal dialogue and an unfortunate tendency to flippancy.

So, having exposed the sketchiness of my credentials to discuss the business of characterisation, I'll just get on with it.

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