Yesterday, Aunty and Aunty (I'll need to create an online name for her. That'll be something for her to think up while she's at work, trying not to be bored out of her bucket) fell in to a fever trough. Good times.
This morning: belly dancing, coffee, cake. This afternoon - I've no idea. To quote that lovely little bonkers girl Bjork, I don't know my future after this weekend. Well actually, I do know what I'm doing at Christmas. But, you know. The thought was there.
Also: 3800 words yesterday. What do we think? I may even keep about forty of them.
Good times and happy days, loves!
Aunty
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