In my defence:
Dec. 11th, 2006 05:23 pmAll the best Evil Geniuses have Home Counties accents. I'm simply teaching
snapesbabe's offspring the skills she'll need in later life. (She has the "You're my [noun] now..." down pat already.)
I had my nose tickled repeatedly by a slightly chocolatey feather, and had my knees measured (they're 25 minutes, apparently), and was mistaken for SB's sister (*after* we were both introduced - "This is Jennie, and this is Jenny". "Are you all a family? Are you sisters?"), and had a Proper Sunday Roast and fruit crumble :) All of which more than made up for Hellraiser Part Something.
And I've cut back the climbing rosebush that blew off the wall last week, and knitted a whole 8 rows of Dad's scarf, and fallen asleep in a puddle of yarn, and possibly just about caught up with LJ. And not had anything alcoholic. Free cocktail bars are only a good idea at the time, people.
I had my nose tickled repeatedly by a slightly chocolatey feather, and had my knees measured (they're 25 minutes, apparently), and was mistaken for SB's sister (*after* we were both introduced - "This is Jennie, and this is Jenny". "Are you all a family? Are you sisters?"), and had a Proper Sunday Roast and fruit crumble :) All of which more than made up for Hellraiser Part Something.
And I've cut back the climbing rosebush that blew off the wall last week, and knitted a whole 8 rows of Dad's scarf, and fallen asleep in a puddle of yarn, and possibly just about caught up with LJ. And not had anything alcoholic. Free cocktail bars are only a good idea at the time, people.
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Date: 2006-12-11 05:34 pm (UTC)* reluctantly admits you might be correct about this *
People just don't believe you're evil if you're Yorkshire. There's something inherently cuddly about Yorkshireness, even though no Yorkshireman would ever admit it (possibly BECAUSE no Yorkshireman would ever admit it...)
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Date: 2006-12-12 08:50 am (UTC)