Erm - still more stuff?
Dec. 3rd, 2012 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impulsereaderSorry, my life is very scattered these days.
First off - two Sherlock fics which are also love letters to London: Sorrowful Angels by Aderyn http://archiveofourown.org/works/441719 and A Miracle on Baker Street by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kizzia http://kizzia.livejournal.com/49393.html. Tributes to this beautiful city are so wonderful to find - and to find them in Sherlock fic is doubly wonderful.
Still no mattress. Grrr. The reason this is most upsetting is that I seem to have begun to equate 'getting back to normal' with having the darn mattress. My brain is refusing to focus on the fact that life is otherwise pretty steady and normal, and it should now be getting round to the business of writing and doing other normal things (plus slowly finding wonderful and lovely things to decorate) until the darn mattress shows up.
I do now have a teeny tiny crockpot. I'm not really sure why other than it was on clearance and it is yellow. It is adorable (though not possibly the yellow I imagined), I just don't really understand what I'm meant to cook in it. We shall see, I suppose.
And because I now know how thanks to the always wonderfulquarryquest who is diligently working on mapping out the locations for John and Sherlock's dash through London on the heels (wheels?) of the taxi in Pink - even through bronchitis (and for whom I'm meant to be writing fluffy pieces about Mycroft and his teddy bear hot water bottle whilst I instead angst over my mattress) - here are some pictures from my visit to the botanic garden this weekend. :-)
See? I told you it was 'stuff'.
Sydney Golden Wattle - isn't he just straight-up a member of the Drones?
Oh, yeah, that's me in there too. I did a couple where I was all 'live long and prosper', but this was a better picture of the sign. :-)
And now please get in line for your strudel - because the strudel, Madam, is lovely today.
First off - two Sherlock fics which are also love letters to London: Sorrowful Angels by Aderyn http://archiveofourown.org/works/441719 and A Miracle on Baker Street by
kizzia http://kizzia.livejournal.com/49393.html. Tributes to this beautiful city are so wonderful to find - and to find them in Sherlock fic is doubly wonderful.Still no mattress. Grrr. The reason this is most upsetting is that I seem to have begun to equate 'getting back to normal' with having the darn mattress. My brain is refusing to focus on the fact that life is otherwise pretty steady and normal, and it should now be getting round to the business of writing and doing other normal things (plus slowly finding wonderful and lovely things to decorate) until the darn mattress shows up.
I do now have a teeny tiny crockpot. I'm not really sure why other than it was on clearance and it is yellow. It is adorable (though not possibly the yellow I imagined), I just don't really understand what I'm meant to cook in it. We shall see, I suppose.
And because I now know how thanks to the always wonderful
quarryquest who is diligently working on mapping out the locations for John and Sherlock's dash through London on the heels (wheels?) of the taxi in Pink - even through bronchitis (and for whom I'm meant to be writing fluffy pieces about Mycroft and his teddy bear hot water bottle whilst I instead angst over my mattress) - here are some pictures from my visit to the botanic garden this weekend. :-)See? I told you it was 'stuff'.
Sydney Golden Wattle - isn't he just straight-up a member of the Drones?
Oh, yeah, that's me in there too. I did a couple where I was all 'live long and prosper', but this was a better picture of the sign. :-)
And now please get in line for your strudel - because the strudel, Madam, is lovely today.
