Yesterday, the following conversation took place just at the end of a (really rather half-hearted) swimming session:
MOTHER: ....So, what are you doing at school tomorrow?
ME: Not that much. Classics. Maths. English. Something else while other people do sport.
MOTHER: Oh.
ME: Why is it that you ask?
MOTHER: I was thinking maybe you could not go to school and go shopping with me in York instead?
ME: ....Or I could do that.
See, she had some stuff to return to some place in York and then wanted to ponce around the shops a bit...and so I went with her, and today was such a lovely day.
And I bought things! I now own Life On Mars Series 1 (YES! MINE FOREVER!). Also, I now own a very lovely dress (this one, in fact) and I have my friend's birthday presents all sorted out and we had a hot chocolate and some Marks and Spencers food for lunch, and I'm having Marks and Spencers chicken enchiladas for dinner and life is good right now.
All I have to do this weekend is learn lines 129-172 of Book 4 of The Aeneid, and that's fun anyway. Ahh, weekends.
Anyone up for the one-sentence fic game again? (I'm going to post a fic in a minute. Apologies in advance for the spam.)
Give me a character (or multiple characters, or a pairing, or a theory, or a ridiculous AU, or anything you like, really) from a fandom (er, preferably one that I'm familiar with. If you don't know whether I know a fandom or not, feel free to ask. Crossovers are absolutely fine), and a theme to go with it (by 'a theme' I mean anything that will give me some idea of where I'm going - be as vague or as specific as you want to be), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic. You may make as many requests as you like.
MOTHER: ....So, what are you doing at school tomorrow?
ME: Not that much. Classics. Maths. English. Something else while other people do sport.
MOTHER: Oh.
ME: Why is it that you ask?
MOTHER: I was thinking maybe you could not go to school and go shopping with me in York instead?
ME: ....Or I could do that.
See, she had some stuff to return to some place in York and then wanted to ponce around the shops a bit...and so I went with her, and today was such a lovely day.
And I bought things! I now own Life On Mars Series 1 (YES! MINE FOREVER!). Also, I now own a very lovely dress (this one, in fact) and I have my friend's birthday presents all sorted out and we had a hot chocolate and some Marks and Spencers food for lunch, and I'm having Marks and Spencers chicken enchiladas for dinner and life is good right now.
All I have to do this weekend is learn lines 129-172 of Book 4 of The Aeneid, and that's fun anyway. Ahh, weekends.
Anyone up for the one-sentence fic game again? (I'm going to post a fic in a minute. Apologies in advance for the spam.)
Give me a character (or multiple characters, or a pairing, or a theory, or a ridiculous AU, or anything you like, really) from a fandom (er, preferably one that I'm familiar with. If you don't know whether I know a fandom or not, feel free to ask. Crossovers are absolutely fine), and a theme to go with it (by 'a theme' I mean anything that will give me some idea of where I'm going - be as vague or as specific as you want to be), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic. You may make as many requests as you like.
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Date: 2007-03-09 07:45 pm (UTC)I also love how very frequently you do fic memes. :D Erm, what have I not asked for before. How about Black Books? I don't know if you write that, but you have an icon of it, so...? (I will pick something else if you like.) If you do do this, then, I don't know, some kind of conversation between Manny and Bernard?
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Date: 2007-03-09 08:29 pm (UTC)I love how frequently I do fic memes, although it is perhaps more a sign of me being quite bored at weekends and not really wanting to revise than of anything else ;)
Prompt (Oh, God, I apologise if this is rubbish; I've not done Black Books fic before):
Fran frequently marvelled at just how inane conversations between Bernard and Manny could be; today, she'd wandered into the shop to find the pair of them in a very loud, very violent shouting match about the correct colour for an orange sock to be after it had been removed from the washing machine (Bernard insisting it was his sock and had been grey before Manny had washed it with his 'hippy-dippy-hippo-chip' clothes; Manny insisting it was, in fact, his own sock and therefore was orange because he liked orange) - the whole thing culminated with Bernard emptying the contents of the washing basket over Manny's head, Manny choking on very rank cotton and Fran deciding a bottle of wine on her own might be a more sensible way of passing the afternoon.
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Date: 2007-03-10 12:49 am (UTC)