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Oct. 9th, 2009 07:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hurly_burlySo, I've been a bit distracted lately, and I blame my better-late-than-never discovery of Torchwood, and loveliness that is Ianto Jones (the suits! The accent! The snogging with Jack!). Ahem.
In actual news, we have piggies! I am not naming them. *is resolute* They are small and grunty and live in what will be the vegetable garden, and are currently sharing their scraps with an assortment of chooks and a peahen (lulling the fowl into a false sense of security before the fowl become the piggies' dinner, I suspect).
I am feeling much less tired and sick now that the horribleness of the first trimestre is over (yay!).
Work makes my feet hurt, and my back ache, but it's worth it when a resident holds my hand and tells me that I'm the only one who remembers that she likes a slice of toast for afternoon tea instead of cake or biscuits.
The small girl continues to be made of win and awesomeness. Her fixations this week are the Young Ones, her purple party dress, snuggles, and Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat (to be sung at bedtime every night until further notice).
And, because I have a thing for lying in bed listening to Welshmen talking (I blame a childhood spent listening to Dyolan Thomas's Under Milk Wood on cassette at bedtime), my Christmas list consists of:
This
And this
And maybe this
Well, okay, anything narrated by Gareth David-Lloyd would be fine, but honestly? GDL reading HP Lovecraft? I'm starting to believe in mind-reading technology, and if someone ever decides to re-record Under Milk Wood with GDL narrating, I shall make myself a little tinfoil hat.
In actual news, we have piggies! I am not naming them. *is resolute* They are small and grunty and live in what will be the vegetable garden, and are currently sharing their scraps with an assortment of chooks and a peahen (lulling the fowl into a false sense of security before the fowl become the piggies' dinner, I suspect).
I am feeling much less tired and sick now that the horribleness of the first trimestre is over (yay!).
Work makes my feet hurt, and my back ache, but it's worth it when a resident holds my hand and tells me that I'm the only one who remembers that she likes a slice of toast for afternoon tea instead of cake or biscuits.
The small girl continues to be made of win and awesomeness. Her fixations this week are the Young Ones, her purple party dress, snuggles, and Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat (to be sung at bedtime every night until further notice).
And, because I have a thing for lying in bed listening to Welshmen talking (I blame a childhood spent listening to Dyolan Thomas's Under Milk Wood on cassette at bedtime), my Christmas list consists of:
This
And this
And maybe this
Well, okay, anything narrated by Gareth David-Lloyd would be fine, but honestly? GDL reading HP Lovecraft? I'm starting to believe in mind-reading technology, and if someone ever decides to re-record Under Milk Wood with GDL narrating, I shall make myself a little tinfoil hat.