A mixed bag

My feet feel nice. I own a vibrating footspa - a *very* unexpected present from my old boss when he left. 'A vibrating footspa? For little old me?' I cried, baffled. I found out a bit later that it was an unwanted present of his wife's. Add to that some mysterious smelly oil I was given for Christmas [Aromessence Ongles anyone?] and a copy of Flaubert's Parrot = lovely, and my feet are tingling gently.

Mmmm, what's been good this week? There are too many things slipping by, but sandradelete drew some fantastic Good Omens fan art, which all should see - Crowley and Aziraphale in The Simpsons. [eta: sorry, didn't notice it was a protected entry, and have changed the link now.]

It's called the world by cimorene111 Tim Roth/Gary Oldman rps, NC17. Amazing writing.

Tony Blair turns into Joyce Grenfell by derryderrydown, capturing the heartwarming story of George and Tony.

Happy, requited gay Victorian soldier love! The Country House by daegaer gave me a warm fuzzy glow.

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Yesterday I was bad and spent too much money on Clinique things, shamefully just so I could get the free box, or coffret as they liked to call it, of eyeshadows and the like. But it's good - the blusher makes me look all glowy. Then, wonderfully, a friend forced his way in to my home and made me drink wine all afternoon. I did get some work done *looks guilty*, and I was a good girl and did some more this morning. And yoga! I did yoga for the first time in months and experienced a lovely feeling of health and stretched-ness. All I need now is to keep on doing it.