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deannawolItem the First: No game on Sunday, guys. Sorry. Mum's birthday is happening and family have some stuff planned so I gotta take care of that. *grin* Ya know how it is. Really sorry. Can you reply here when you see the message? And can someone who has ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diceman199's number text him or ring him and let him know. I don't have his number otherwise I'd do it.
Item the Second: Finally! Finally came up with a plot for the ConFess scenario. Never been without a plot so close to the bloody con but it's all coming together in my head. So the part of the weekend that I won't be getting soberer with my parents I will spend writing the scenario... Wrists and Elbows permitting of course. Another day like last Sunday and I'm scarpered.
Item the Third: The last place you want a phone call to drop for a second is in the middle of a conversation including the following...
Mum: Your dad has been having trouble sleeping at night. He's been up all night #static# _ucking me.
Now, all things being equal, there is only one real word that I know of that ends in -ucking. Which naturally enough leaves me with a nasty mental image. My mum, being from Cork seems to love those local words... The word was pucking, meaning to dig with the elbow. In other words, he was tossing and turning all night. But bloody hell... My mind isn't as secure as it once was against mental images... *shiver*
Item the Fourth: I have a fair few people on my friends list who have 1) recently moved to a new house or 2) planning on moving to a new house... And while not all of the moves have been to the country it's still a cool song. So as a congrats, here's Move to the Country - Gaia Consort.
diceman199's number text him or ring him and let him know. I don't have his number otherwise I'd do it. Item the Second: Finally! Finally came up with a plot for the ConFess scenario. Never been without a plot so close to the bloody con but it's all coming together in my head. So the part of the weekend that I won't be getting soberer with my parents I will spend writing the scenario... Wrists and Elbows permitting of course. Another day like last Sunday and I'm scarpered.
Item the Third: The last place you want a phone call to drop for a second is in the middle of a conversation including the following...
Mum: Your dad has been having trouble sleeping at night. He's been up all night #static# _ucking me.
Now, all things being equal, there is only one real word that I know of that ends in -ucking. Which naturally enough leaves me with a nasty mental image. My mum, being from Cork seems to love those local words... The word was pucking, meaning to dig with the elbow. In other words, he was tossing and turning all night. But bloody hell... My mind isn't as secure as it once was against mental images... *shiver*
Item the Fourth: I have a fair few people on my friends list who have 1) recently moved to a new house or 2) planning on moving to a new house... And while not all of the moves have been to the country it's still a cool song. So as a congrats, here's Move to the Country - Gaia Consort.
