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Gonna' be out most of the day, hangin' with Charlie and Rachie and a bunch of random doll folks.

Mostly I am there for the shopping and the chinese food.


Although right at this moment I'm just feeling that it's a little bit too early to be anywhere for anything. I've not seen 8am in a while.

Luckily however I have, as yet, shown absolutely no buyer's remorse for anything at all purchased last-minute before falling over into bed.

*shifty grin*

I hope the buggers fit.

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I've had to scrounge a new extension lead off JR. My old one has taken to sparking randomly when you plug things in. Rather than electrocute myself or start any unfortunate fires I have swapped him lemon curd and flattery for hardware. OK, the lemon curd was going to be for him anyway, but it never hurts to barter :P

Only problem is now I can't remove the old extension lead because it's jammed behind the wardrobe so I've had to settle for stuffing it in a corner and scrawling 'Do Not Use' down the visible side until such time as I can get a stepladder and trail it up over the top.

Though given as it's the same generation and same batch as the one in the other room, the unplugging of something from which led to the Big Motherboard-Frying RAM-destroying Crash Of Doom all the way across the other side of the room from a separate outlet earlier in the year, I'm thinking now at least I know the likely cause. And know to ensure that the computer is turned off before unplugging anything from that lead ever again. Ever.

So anyway. Reducing my chances of electrocution now successfully achieved, the rest of my day was mostly spent in Nottingham. I was good and looked round M&S for anything that would scream 'BUY ME!' in pleasingly excitable tones but was sadly left rather nonplussed instead. I think I'll have to head to Leicester this week. The M&S there is bigger and if that fails there's generally just more variety with less hills in between.
I did stop by the chocolate shop though, and pick up various gifties... if I can stop myself from eating them, that is.

I will be good, I will, I will. If I can wrap them sooner rather than later at least I stand less chance of wanting to nibble.

I also finally got to hit the chinese buffet. mmm Chinese. That was like six hours ago and I'm still stuffed.



We had a tiny smattering of snow this morning, by the way. And I mean really tiny. And melted before I even really crawled out of bed. But yey snow!

But why is the crack always gone?

So I saw Martha Jones and Pete Tyler from Dr Who in the Beeb's new post-apocalyptic drama thing, 'Survivors'. Along with that woman from Bonekickers, that guy from Hotel Babylon, the fake!nun from Robin Hood and Neverwhere's Marquis De Carabas.
Because seemingly the BBC only employs people it's already employed for previous weekend dramas when making re-makes of its own programs.

Now I like a bit of post-apocalyptic drama in my fanfic, I'll admit it. Usually because it almost always has a relatively happy ending, because in my case it usually involves Wolvie and [insert romantic interest here] and everyone knows he could totally survive in a wilderness indefinitely just using spit and ingenuity. Seemingly the same does not hold true for my pandemic disasters on TV. Mostly because I kind of creeped myself out a lil' bit when I went to let the dog out for his late-night scamper in the yard and it really was just unnaturally quiet on the street outside. *involuntary shiver*

Also, after three days of lying in a coma-like fevered stupor, I damn well guarantee you that woman should not have been anywhere near so functional, (dehydration, anyone??) nor would her bed have been so clean. Mank but true. Though of all the suspension-of-disbelief issues to have about killer flu, it's that one which bothered me the most? *eyerolls at self* That and I get more upset thinking of all the captive animals in the world dying slow and horrible deaths without people to feed them or let them out of locked buildings than I do about all the people being dead everywhere.

That was kind of depressing. Eh, anyway. Haven't decided if I'll watch the rest of it yet.
That woman from Bonekickers still kind of suffers from Random Proclamation Disorder and I find her hard to watch. Maybe some day someone will write a script where she doesn't have to deliver some stupid random speech about sticking together or whatever.