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This post will jump around a bit because it's been nearly a month since I last posted - it feels like great eons. I've mostly been working on the empire of bags-- working endlessly it seems-- and watching the tennis taking place firstly in the California desert and then in Miami (where [livejournal.com profile] emungere has been, seeing live Fedal. Well, nearly.)

We also had a trip down to Brighton for my friends' civil partnership ceremony, which was great and included people singing Jaques Brel at the reception! While he might not write the cheeriest songs, they do pack a certain punch when bellowed from the stage of a small bar. There were also some of the best chocolate brownies I've ever tasted - so sticky that it seemed like they'd bee dipped in molasses. Diversions included Victorian parlour games and a fake seance that mostly seemed to involve chanting 'oogabooga!' The World Horror Convention was taking place at the same time, with Neil Gaiman as surprise guest I later discovered! But neither of us felt justified in shelling out all that cash for tickets so we didn't go.

I wore an gorgeous dress that I got from ebay - it's a copy of a copy of a 1950s design from Vivien of Holloway. I have all consuming lust for all their dresses.

The day after, I took my bags and things down to the Oxford Literary Festival craft market. It was a bit of an odd do, not very well advertised and some seriously grumpy sellers... but I didn't care because my stuff sold really well! We spent a lot of time sitting in deckchairs at our stall trying to recognise the famous authors. I think I saw Germaine Greer and someone else who we were sure was on the Late Review. Strangely, famous authors are not as easy to recognise as you'd think.
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I'm still writing my [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti story. I'm so sorry, [livejournal.com profile] amai_kaminari and [livejournal.com profile] lechymonk. I'm usually pretty good at getting things done for deadlines and I can't remember ever being this tardy with a fic. It's taken a while to get my head around writing Hakkai and Gojyo again, and figuring out what I wanted to say about them. They didn't want to comply for a long time, and were recalcitrant, and I've been forced to begin the story by pretending it's not a story at all, just a description of them waking up, brushing their teeth, having breakfast, going shopping. Along the way, I have sneaked in some plot and it seems to have worked. I'll be in touch soon with the finished story.

[livejournal.com profile] scribblemoose, it was really good to chat with you the other night, and I'm glad we did. *hugs*

I tried to tidy up my flist the other day, mostly removing people who don't post anymore, or who post in a language I can't read. If someone is surprised I've defriended them it's almost definitely because I made a mistake with my ticky boxes, so please let me know if that's the case.

I liked the new Dr Who a lot - I thought I'd really not enjoy Matt Smith's performance, based on the things my inner curmudgeon was saying but I really enjoyed it. Take that inner curmudgeon!

Oh the tennis. They are still so pretty, rich and super fit and kind of gay. The clay season is getting underway on Monday in Monte Carlo so I'm going to upping my posting levels to celebrate sweaty dudes covered in crushed brick dust. [livejournal.com profile] buckle_berry and I have been arranging our Wimbers trip, which has cheered me up hugely, and hopefully [livejournal.com profile] niennah will be coming down too.

[livejournal.com profile] the_moonmoth left a comment on a story I wrote in 2003. I looked at the date and felt strange. Seven rich and busy years of fandoms and writing have gone by since then, but I still remember Good Omens fandom with great fondness. It was where I met [livejournal.com profile] daegaer, after all. Although, [livejournal.com profile] the_moonmoth I, um, just deleted your comment by accident while futzing around in my inbox. /o\ Sorry.

Finally, there are tadpoles! One week old and creepy as hell.

writhing tadpoles )

Wednesday

Jun. 10th, 2009 11:01 am
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I was up at 1.30am scrubbing the kitchen down with a 3:1 water vinegar mix because a cat sprayed *somewhere* in it. I couldn't identify the exact epicentre of the catty stench but it's nearly completely gone this morning.

So that was fun.

My job search goes on - I didn't get an interview for a job I really wanted this week - but to tell the truth I'm sort of enjoying my period of unemployment. I've been working with a friend on a business idea she has and it's very exciting! I've been making things. More news on that at some point in the future, if it works. I've got over my initial need for lists and developed a more natural routine. Another friend, who has been unemployed for more than a year, tells me: "Time is the most precious thing you have, Louise." He's the sort of person who can say that kind of thing and manage to not only not sound ridiculous but also kind of inspirational. I've been letting myself do more of the things that I haven't done much of for a long time: more creative things, more socialising with my friends, more exercise, more cooking, more reading, more things around the house.

The only thing that has really suffered is my writing routine. It's gone out the window and I want it back. There's no reason I can't manage 1-3 hours a day, like I did when I was working, but it's so easy to turn away from it and do something else. Admittedly, the house is looking hugely better than it did two months ago.

How are you all?

No tea

Feb. 25th, 2009 02:16 pm
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I just drank a can of red bull cola as a substitute for tea, because there's no milk. It's not working. I need tea.

The reason there's no milk is that I just spent my last money-- the money I was going to use to buy milk-- on a giant envelope, which the post office lady made me pay for in actual cash, even though I was paying for some other things with my card. I wanted to say 'but I need this money for milk, so I can have a cup of tea' but I did not. I submissively handed over my milk money.

WHY?
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[livejournal.com profile] i_am_zan, I got my socks. Socks with frogs on. Pink socks with glittery frogs, oh yes. ♥ And [livejournal.com profile] daegaer sent me a fine cup with an important message on it: keep calm and carry on. I am doing that right now, with the help of tea. I am SO calm and I am carrying on. And the anony user pics gift! Thank you. I have another parcel waiting at the Post Office and I am feeling with my special senses that it contains cookies from [livejournal.com profile] emungere. Thanks for all the birthday wishes, they made me feel very loved and sort of squishy inside.

Rafa, Roger and Feli shirt off picspam from [livejournal.com profile] morebliss and a fic by [livejournal.com profile] buckle_berry: You've no clue, do you? - Roger/Rafa OTP with added Feli.

As Berry would say, they gave me ~feelings~

So, it was my birthday on Sunday. Celebrations kicked off on Friday and didn't really die down till yesterday. Added to that I am working at home all week. This is a big relief, especially because now the entire south of the country seems to be flooding. I feel exhausted now, so sluggish and sleepy and like I never want to get out of my pyjamas again, or think about anything. The last thing I want to do is leave the house, but I should go to the gym and get sweaty. In the cold! Ugh. Shower and more tea. Possibly a bagel.

My list of things to do today:
-Work
-Gym
-Buy vegetables for soop
-Get my parcel
-Write/edit/knot brow at troublesome words on page
-Obsess about tennis Wonder what the hell I am going to do with my life

Monday

Nov. 10th, 2008 10:51 am
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It was a strange week. There was a bereavement on Matt's side of the family. It was expected because of a long illness, but still a shock somehow, and very sad. He's been away, helping sort things out. I've been at home, not doing an awful lot apart from work and writing and rewatching the last season of Angel.

My back is getting better - complaining quietly rather than yelling at me. I'm going to the osteopath later today for more treatment.

Oh, work. I had better get back to it.
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The sun is out!

Yesterday, the sun was most definitely in. It rained hard in the Midlands all day and at 6pm, an hour from home, the train manager announced that the train was terminating at Leamington due to flooding on the line at Fenny Compton, wherever that is. So the entire train disembarked onto the platform, whereupon there was mayhem.

I had a ghastly flashback to Day of Commuting Hell in July last year. Ugh. Anyway, I leaped into a taxi with six others, as there was a promise of actual trains at Banbury, which is the next stop and about 20 miles away.

The taxi driver was patient and tolerant, but I started to get a bad feeling when we went off the stationary motorway and began to try to make our way on the backroads. Soon, they were packed with cars all doing the same thing. Worse, water was sheeting off the fields and hills around us. We hit a tailback, with people shouting there were deeper floods ahead and we had to turn back. Floods behind us, floods in front, lots of cars.

I began to feel even worse and began to imagine how it would be to spend the night stranded on an A-road in the middle of nowhere with six strangers. Well, they became less and less strange as the journey wore on. The man I was sharing the front seat with (it was a big taxi) was an impatient organic chemist with a four year old daughter. Also, a woman who was very susceptible to cold and sat with her hood pulled tight around her face the entire journey.

We went back to the motorway, which was moving at a crawl, and made it to Banbury, where we waited on the platform of the damned in utter confusion while they tried to find a train that would take us to Oxford and beyond. Finally, after a long cold wait, one came! I did a little dance and no one complained when we went to sit in the first class carriage. We got back to Reading a mere four hours late, which is nothing compared to last year. But I was never so pleased to be home and not stuck on a dark wet road in the middle of nowhere.

The cold woman, who was a remarkably unlined fifty years old, told us her secret of youth was to put drops of rose, myrrh and frankincense in her night cream. I might actually try that. Also, [livejournal.com profile] new_kate, a recommendation for a decent central hotel in London: The City Inn. I have the details if you still need them.

Cedar

Sep. 10th, 2008 04:22 pm
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At the weekend I bought some Kings and Queens cedar shower gel. It's so gorgeous! I smell exactly like a cigar box, so manly and amazing.

There doesn't seem to be the matching body moisturising lotion available, so I can't 'layer'.

Oh and, hurray for the Large Hadron Collider and all who sail in her!

Minor ops

Aug. 19th, 2008 02:20 pm
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I had a sebaceous cyst removed from my head this morning, so that was exciting. The doctor called me a 'good girl' twice, and said I was very brave. I wanted to point out I was 38 and not 12, but actually it was kind of comforting. cut for mildly gory detail )

Now I have vast dressing stuck to the side of my head, and a new bald patch.

After that, Mr Lux walked me home in case I had a funny turn, and left me on the sofa watching the Olympics.

Commentator quote of the day, from the men's high bar finals: "That man deserves a biscuit!"

Fabric

Jun. 5th, 2008 12:31 pm
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Have some photos taken in Fabricland when [livejournal.com profile] puddingcat came to visit last weekend.

frogs )

skulls )

stretch pvc! )

ARSO

Jun. 4th, 2008 04:25 pm
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I put the phrase 'you can never make the wrong decision' into google and it sent me to mysimplerlife.com, where I found... ARSO!

Oh, I lol.

A friend once told me you could never make a wrong decision, and then she forgot to explain what she meant, and then I kept forgetting to ask. I wanted to know if anyone else had a good answer.

"Once you decide, take action. If decisions don’t bring you the results you want, learn from it, correct it right away and move on. Most things take trial and error to create the outcome you want. No one gets it right all the time."

Which is sensible advice (even if it is from the person who brought you ARSO)
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We went to Oxford yesterday, partly to mooch about the bookshops, partly to go to the botanical gardens. It's 20 minutes on the train from Reading, which seemed the perfect travelling distance.

So we mooched a lot and found a new second hand bookshop, where I scored heavily in quality if not in quantity: one copy of Dracula, Prince of Many Faces by my old friends Radu Florescu and Raymond T McNally. It's their follow up, many years later, to In Search of Dracula

cut for shocking images of books, cakes and art )
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I just dug a bed to put my baby celeriac plants in. I have no idea what to do with celeriac when it's all grown up. Why am I growing it? I do not know, but it seemed like a good idea. I put some more peas in, because the slugs will not be allowed to win, damn them.

My tomatoes are ready to go in the grow bag, but my dill and corander seedlings have gone all leggy and wimpy after being left too long on the kitchen windowsill. Hmm. I'll just see what happens with them, but all my coriander growing has been doomed so far in my life. I also moved several square feet of golden rod to the back of the garden to free up room for the celeriac. I put it in the 'nature area', ie, the bit we let go rampant. Annoyingly, this area has beautiful soil - rich dark and crumbly. So I dug up a load of it and took it down to the celeriac. There are Jerusalem artichokes too, nd a horseradish. Some fucking mollusc or other ate all of my butternut squash plant!

Apart from digging, I have been going to the gym three times a week for the past two weeks, so my arms and legs were better able to cope with the digging and carrying, which was great. I actually am loving going to the gym because it seems to be giving me results. My clothes fit better and at least one spare tyre has gone already, and I feel more energetic and happy. I'm not bored yet, even though they play truly AWFUL music, ye gods.

Things still to do today:
Washing the dishes - they are looking at me right now. It's so beyond my turn it's not funny. Poor man.
Making bread - with the Mapledurham stoneground flour.
Going to tea.
Spending an hour talking to friend G about his novel.
Answer more comments.
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Thanks for the recent comments on my various fics, I do cherish them all and often go back to lick them. I need to catch up on answering and I'm feeling bad about not doing this in a timely manner.

We went on a bike ride today, ending up at Mapledurham House and watermill, where there was an event called a 'Live Crafts Fair'. Here is my photo essay, including the VERY MOMENT when I recieved a nasty shock from an electric fence. My finger must've spasmed on the shutter release. Image heavy for dialups

cut for electrifying images )

Things

Apr. 29th, 2008 01:51 pm
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How is it nearly May? How?

Life-speeding-by angst aside, my Sweet Charity story (one of them at least - I went with the Edwardian vampires) is done done done, waiting for a final skeg over by the beta and then it can be sent off.

PHEW

I've put some slug traps out the last two nights and the slugs have been happily throwing themselves in. Also, snails. I've been going out every night and rounding them up. My karma feels very tainted right now.

Weekend

Apr. 20th, 2008 08:30 pm
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I was in the sort of mood yesterday where everything seems useless and crap, and the weather was vile. I used several coloured pens to plan out the remaining parts of my Monsters story and I cooked, which always makes me feel better.

I made bread - a bloomer style loaf that expanded in a huge and satisfying way in the oven into a sort of bread zeppelin. I also made the tradtional English dish of toad in the hole. Not with real toads, obvsly. It was delicious - the Yorkshire pudding was soft and melt in the mouth, with rich red wine and onion gravy that I simmered for an hour. To go with it I made broccoli and peas with red onion and fennel and some white balsamic vinegar. Mmm, must remember that one.

One of the little people came round earlier bearing a home made carrot cake (made with twenty billion carrots, she informed me. We found out later that it was really only four). It was delicious and moist! This coming week I'm experimenting with bread and butter pudding, as I'm going to make one for my friend J's birthday on Friday.

Today we bought sand so I can expand the brick paving in the garden, and more plants: two pink delphiniums, two furry silvery-leaved things I can never remember the name of but they have extremley bright pink flowers, garden mint, four celeriac plants, two foxgloves the colour of raspberry yoghurt and some crazy frou-frou purple and white petunias for the tubs. I'm growing peas this year for the first time, with trepidation and many warnings of doom from my dad. They coming up all right, but I don't know how to keep the fucking snails from eating them. I'm also growing tomatoes, six different kinds of greens, dill and coriander and basil. Oh, and I bought a butternut squash seedling with no idea where to grow it.

Frog news - the pond is now basically a tadpole nursery. There are hundreds and hundreds. I am scared.
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Something woke me up at 4.30am and then I never went back to sleep. Holy crapola. I couldn't decide whether to have porridge or toast for breakfast so I had both: porridge at 6.30 and toast at 8am, which is a very hobbit-like way of eating. Two breakfasts! It didn't help and now I need some strong coffee and possibly a bun with icing on it.

I've done various nice easy type tasks so far at work: arranging a meeting, some nice relaxing filing, fiddling with the database, writing a fresh to do list, hitting myself accidentally in the glasses with my own fist. Everything is ticking over nicely, no drama, no boss around. It just means that the Large and Difficult task of the day is getting closer. Hrrmm. Maybe I'll take a long lunch and do the challenge on [livejournal.com profile] saiyuki_time.
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Whoa, [livejournal.com profile] saiyuki_time has taken off well. From Wednesday to today, 29 answers to the prompts. Go peeps!

It's been a social whirl chez Lux. We discovered a great new pub near us called the Nag's Head and there has been much drinking of real ale and matching hangovers. We went to see a friend's band on Thursday and they did the most fabulous covers of Dolly Parton and Johnny Cash and Loretta Lynn. The pub was tiny, like being jammed into someone's front room, but it was such a lot of fun and there was whooping and shrieking.

Today I need to do some cleaning and shopping, so that the place is fit for [livejournal.com profile] daegaer's arrival this evening. I can't believe the weather forecast though, I thought March was suppsoed to go out like a lamb? Not with snow and gales. It just hailed, gahhh. Also, slugs are eating my delphiniums. There will be slug retribution, just wait. Hopefully in form of being eaten by frogs.

In hair dye news, the semi permanent coppery colour I used seems to have faded completely after about 8 washes instead of the 26 it said on the box. Huh. I tried a wash- in wash-out red too last night and it left absolutely no trace of colour in my hair. It did make it nice and shiny though.

In other news, my sweet charity fic is at about 8k and not even close to finishing. Ooops. I don't feel bad about this though, because I'm loving writing it. As to that, i really need to sit down and write more later today, as I've let it sit for about a week with only small updates.

Finally, in the great post of randomness, these are amazing: Disney heroes drawn as pin ups
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Yesterday was good. I dyed my hair (it's sort of light auburn now, from dark blonde). Two new bras were bought in the M&S sale, for £5 and £7 each. I met with friend G in the evening and we had a good two hours talking about how to develop his novel. I drank two bottles of cider, mmm.

This morning I checked the enormous amount of frog spawn in the pond, spied on the frogs, wrote about 700 words of various things and perused the HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS of prompts on [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest, some of which are just so tempting.

Now, right this minute, I'm going to get back on my exercise bike and begin cycling to Rivendell again, or possibly that should be from Chang'An to Houtou Castle?
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Erk. My journey to work took a 1.5 hours longer than it should've done, so I got into the office at 11am feeling like I wanted to go straight back home. Even a latte failed to help, and that's bad.

The Ideal Home Show website has sinister hammers that swivel to follow you round the page when you move your mouse. Looking at you. This is one of the creepiest things I've ever seen.

My birthday

Feb. 7th, 2008 02:53 pm
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It's my birthday tomorrow. Yay me!

We're off to the northern lands this evening for a few days, for healthful blustery coastal walks and plenty of fish, chips and beer. And Whitby! I love Whitby. I bought some new walking boots and socks just for this occasion. Expect lots of pictures of Whitby abbey and crashing waves.

[livejournal.com profile] emungere wrote me awesome Saiyuki fic today, which maybe she will show you when it's properly finished. I don't mean to taunt you all with this. But. It's just so good! I feel the need to reread it about 70 times. ♥

Anyway, to sum up: hoorah! I'll be back on Monday, caked in sea spray.
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Wirk. I has it.

It's my number one top priority to find a new job in the coming months. I've applied for one already this year and have seen another that has an application date of 18 January. I'm well qualified for both, there would be mininal commuting and they pay very well. I'm feeling quite buoyed up by this, even if the thought of interviewing scares me. I know, getting ahead of myself. I don't even expect to hear back about interviews for a couple of weeks. But I would love to get either of them.

In other life organising-type things, I bought myself a tiny wee vaccum flask that's big enough for about two cups of tea, so I can save money on hot drinks when commuting. I took tea in it this morning. Mmm, maybe I can get some instant Turkish apple tea as well, for the evenings.

My new tiny laptop makes such a difference to my commuting life as well - it's so light! I can carry multiple other things in my bag with it, like my new wee flask and sandwiches and tupperware containers of bran flakes. Before, I was lugging round my Vaio and giving myself neck strain from it. Now, I can flit around like a flitting thing.

This morning I read the first chapter of After School Nightmare, which I quite liked, and about twenty minutes of Tin Man. My main puzzlement at first was wondering what this 30 year old woman was doing still living with her parents, but it is quite fun and camp. The Wicked Witch of the West aka the evil sorceress has a metal collar on her corset of evil and it distracts me, because I wonder did she ask for that or was it just a brainwave on the part of her dress designer. Who can ever know?

I got no writing done this morning because I was so shattered from the terrible shock of getting up at 6.30am. Last week I was going to bed at something near that time. Maybe I can write something on the way home.

Also, I am absolutely ravenous. I brough bran flakes as they're cheaper than muesli, but they just don't fill me up like muesli does.

Sunday

Dec. 16th, 2007 12:29 pm
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Christmas shopping frenzy, I has it.

Hopefully it will all be done by the end of this afternoon. Then I have to do my cards and post various things. I've left things a bit late this year, I fear, but things aren't helped by the Post Office shutting at 4pm on Saturday. *shakes fist*

But we have got a tree and we're going to put it up this afternoon, which is my most favourite Christmas activity, apart from the consumption of chocolate, cake, whisky and pie..

I really want to spend some time answering comments and things later too, and maybe also some writing. Okay, I better get into town and plunge myself into the shops.

Saturday

Dec. 1st, 2007 05:17 pm
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I sat in Coffee Republic this morning with a pot of tea and an iced cinnamon bun and wrote some of the end of Cupidity. It was good. There were lots of people shunting buggies about and also a small party who I worked out were mother, father, son and son's pregnant girlfriend. When she rushed off to fetch the cocoa shaker, insisting that they all must have cocoa on their hot chocolate, the family swapped looks and laughed but it wasn't unfriendly. It was a nice morning. Finishing this story is making me half sad and half relieved. It's been hard, but it hasn't felt bad or impossible at any point. I think that is because [livejournal.com profile] emungere is kind of awesome.

After the writing I went into Marks and Spencers and found black jeans that fit me! I came home and washed the kitchen floor and hoovered downstairs too. I did two loads of laundry. I'm planning to cook a nut roast in a while. Fear me!

Not sure where all the energy and the shopping-fu has come from all of a sudden, but I am happy about it. Also, I has a bagel with marmite.

***

I found this quote recently somewhere. It made me think about writing a story, when you pick the wrong way to go. You always know you have, I think, deep down.

Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question. This question is one that only a very old man asks. My benefactor told me about it once when I was young, but my blood was too vigorous for me to understand it then. Now I do understand it. I will tell you what it is: Does this path have a heart? All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. They are paths going through the bush, or into the bush. In my own life I could say I have traversed long, long paths, but I am not anywhere. My benefactor's question has meaning now. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't,the path is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn't. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other will make you curse your life. One makes you strong; the other weakens you.

Carlos Castaneda

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I'm unable to get to work this morning - no trains from Reading to Oxford because of flooding on the line, and no replacement buses because the roads have flooded too. It looks like the river levels are only going to get higher too, peaking tomorrow evening.

I was expecting this today, after the train travel day of hell that was Friday: day of train travel hell )

But apparently now the line to Birmingham won't reopen until Wednesday or Thursday. So I am really stuffed. My boss isn't in today so I can't talk to her about it. In theory it sounds nice, being trapped at home while it rains, but I have neetings and things to do and I feel horribly guilty. Arrgh. It's raining again!
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I have still not heard back from the people who interviewed me for a job and it's been 3 weeks. I can conclude from this I have not got the job, but at least I thought they might send me a letter! Unless they are just incredibly slow. Sigh.

I've not been cycling to Rivendell recently, because my knees started to hurt. They calmed down now so I think I might start again, but this time maybe not quite so violently.

Also, I had a tendonitis flare-up in my arm, which has largely gone down. My method of self-treatment, for those interested: I switch my mouse to the other hand; stop using my laptop in silly positions like balanced on my leg while I'm slumped on my side on the sofa; slather on liberal quantities of ibuprofen gel; and use an ice pack as much as possible over the afflicted area... 10 minutes on, ten minutes off, then another ten minutes. It's tedious but it works. I tie my cool pack on with a tea towel. Doing this last thing at night seems to be benefical.

In other news, I finished Beyond Black. I loved the main character, Alison. I think it's partly because she has to live such an odd life, half in and half out of reality. Also that Colette her hatched brained assistant doesn't let her choose the garden shed she wants. I'd like to read some more Hilary Mantel.

Also on books, Matt gave me a copy 1000 - which describes month by month what life was like during the year 1000. It's not bad, and goes into some detail about technology and religion. Apparently, July was the hungry month, and people would make bread with all sort of things, including ergot-infested rye, hemp, ancient dried peas, poppies or basically anything they wouldn't eat at any other time of year. Then it was all ground together to make flour for bread. The resulting bread was called 'crazy bread'. "It was as if a spell had been cast on the whole village," one monk wrote.

Umm, to sum up. I know where my towel is. And my tea towel!

ETA: more cravat tying instructions!

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