Monday already?

This day light savings lark doesn't appear to be working this morning; someone forgot to switch the sun on. It was still very dark at 7.30 this morning - so much so that I thought I'd mis-set the alarm clock. Close on an hour later and it's still only glum twilight.

It's piddling down, too. The Met Office has issued flood warnings. Not here, obviously, we live on top of a hill, but for the South East. Mmm. Could be awkward if this keeps up. It's GASPs weekend next week.

Anyway, Bora Da, everyone.

Monday already?

This day light savings lark doesn't appear to be working this morning; someone forgot to switch the sun on. It was still very dark at 7.30 this morning - so much so that I thought I'd mis-set the alarm clock. Close on an hour later and it's still only glum twilight.

It's piddling down, too. The Met Office has issued flood warnings. Not here, obviously, we live on top of a hill, but for the South East. Mmm. Could be awkward if this keeps up. It's GASPs weekend next week.

Anyway, Bora Da, everyone.

Yule spookiness?

I realise that I have been rather remiss on posting a note linking Halloween stories with the songs that inspired them. I can’t do this right now as I am at work, and although I can make a post and disguise it as work, it is rather more difficult to trail back through LJ and remind myself of who wrote what and why a month ago.

Looks bad, see.

Anyway, I was wondering if I was pushing my luck too far in thinking about the annual Christmas ghost story, or whether anyone who might have felt compelled to contribute has already burnt out their creative juices with Halloween.

I shall probably try and squeak out a five hundred worder, if I can think of anything. Is anyone else interested? This doesn’t count as a either a commitment or the announcement of a challenge: I’m just fishing to see if there’s any festive interest and to use my new icon for the first time.

Yule spookiness?

I realise that I have been rather remiss on posting a note linking Halloween stories with the songs that inspired them. I can’t do this right now as I am at work, and although I can make a post and disguise it as work, it is rather more difficult to trail back through LJ and remind myself of who wrote what and why a month ago.

Looks bad, see.

Anyway, I was wondering if I was pushing my luck too far in thinking about the annual Christmas ghost story, or whether anyone who might have felt compelled to contribute has already burnt out their creative juices with Halloween.

I shall probably try and squeak out a five hundred worder, if I can think of anything. Is anyone else interested? This doesn’t count as a either a commitment or the announcement of a challenge: I’m just fishing to see if there’s any festive interest and to use my new icon for the first time.

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And so it begins.

Despite it being 30 November, the first email has arrived from a colleague informing is that festive biscuits are available on one of the filing cabinets and so there are. A honking great box, with a selection of just about every standard biscuit available: the assault on the waist line begins.

Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to stop these random acts of seasonal generosity, but it does get rather difficult to resist feeding oneself when biscuits and mince pies start taking up residence in the office. Unlike Furtle, I do not profess myself immune to the charms of baked product. Quite the reverse in fact, which is why I rarely have them in the house. I find it almost impossible to ignore the presence of biscuits, even the ones I wouldn’t buy myself gain additional lustre when they’re free and bountiful.

Oh dear.

(no subject)

And so it begins.

Despite it being 30 November, the first email has arrived from a colleague informing is that festive biscuits are available on one of the filing cabinets and so there are. A honking great box, with a selection of just about every standard biscuit available: the assault on the waist line begins.

Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to stop these random acts of seasonal generosity, but it does get rather difficult to resist feeding oneself when biscuits and mince pies start taking up residence in the office. Unlike Furtle, I do not profess myself immune to the charms of baked product. Quite the reverse in fact, which is why I rarely have them in the house. I find it almost impossible to ignore the presence of biscuits, even the ones I wouldn’t buy myself gain additional lustre when they’re free and bountiful.

Oh dear.