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This is so cool!! Yes, more food-geekery from me :D

I must go and figure out what gauge my sieves are....

Also, Dave's dad figured out what the vine on the side of our house is. Apparently we have Yellow Passionfruit. I'm stunned that you can grow passionfruit in the UK, I've always associated them with the tropics. I guess I'll have to call mum and find out about harvesting them....

Never say never...

I didn't envision a sequel to Fire and Ice, but after half an hour of brainstorming with the ever fabulous and adorable evaine, I have an armful of squirming and eager plot-bunnies. So, that makes eight WIPs :P

Still, how could I resist a sleazy, tom-catting James? Combined with a spiralling downwards Kirk--I'm going to fiddle with timelines a little to try and create a plausible (to a slasher's mind, that is) reason for his spiral into addiction--it's yet another heady combination. Plus, I get to throw in some more comedic relief (Lars) and exploit poor Jason a little. *sighs happily*

I shall have sweet dreams!

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I think I may join silicondreams in screaming with rage. The inventory clerk who promised that she'd call me... hasn't. Her mobile seems to be diverted to her desk as it's not going to voicemail. So, all I can do is send her a text and sit here--80 miles away--fuming and wondering exactly how badly I'm going to be fucked. I suspect side-ways, with a spanner.

No response to text, or to the urgent message I left at the office. The only excuse I'm going to accept is that she's been dismembered by an itinerant troupe of cannibals for an impromptu lunch. Mind you, they'd probably choke on her lying, putrid flesh.

The only thing happy in the house right now is a large lump of pork. It's wallowing in the marinade for char sui, and I wish I could get into the bowl with it and ignore the world.

I'm rapidly descending into a frustrated, tearful girlie. Not even cake is helping, and cake always works.

ETA. My day is complete. A spider just sat on my shoulder. I'm now upstairs trying to escape the fumes from my energetic spraying of fly-killing spray. I knew dealing with the letting agents would be no picnic, but it's way beyond expectations now. Yes, I am indeed blaming them for the spider.

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Halleluijah.

I have electricity and gas meter readings and I'm now in dispute over the cleanliness of the carpets in two of the rooms and whether the shed was falling down or not when we took the tenancy on. At least it's progress.

I suppose I should go downstairs and see if the spider is enjoying the nice slice of cake I abandoned.