Now, you could just pretend you hadn't noticed it or you could think to yourself: The Leprechaun and the Scary One are playing pass the parcel with chapter two, I’m sure that if I e-mailed her she’ll be encouraged to post again really quickly. And by doing that, Iris may start to feel a little bit guilty (only a little bit mind) that everyone else is writing whilst she’s soaking in the bath reading books.
And if it wasn’t bad enough Scally teasing me with snippets – Chris has started doing it too. They are both truly evil people. Although I would say that the bits Scally has teased me with are smuttier. I'm sure that will change, but then again, Scally isn't one to be outdone. *Looks hopeful*
Anyway, I’m now tired. After rolling into bed at nearly 1 a.m. that bloody cat brought another live mouse in at 4 this morning, this time I put a dressing grown on before attempting my heroic rescue. The cat got shoved in the living room, no, I didn’t feed her. She needn’t think I'm playing that game again. The mouse got encouraged to make its own way out of the door and across the road. I’m going to have to make sure the window isn’t open enough that the cat can get through it in the future.
(Update: It would appear that we’re experiencing a few techical difficulties – such as when you click on Pooks email address it brings up the site one instead – what can I say, you just can’t get the staff these days. I’ve also lost a few italics in her story, so I'm a very bad webmistress. I’ll be putting everything right later tonight. In the mean time the email address is: pookyverde@yahoo.co.uk.)
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And we all know what I'm like with photos - clouds that look like mice, fallen trees with faces of wood spirits. Well this time it's the dog. I was looking at the pictures I look on Saturday and Fern reminded me of Basil Brush, but without the tail.
6 comments:
You're not a bad webmistress at all. No you're not. Bad at keeping your end of a deal - that's a different matter. So get your butt out of that bath and step away from those books. I WANT MORE JJ. And I want it now, right now.(That needs an Ulster accent to make it really work; just try it like that McDonald man from Coronation Street - he was an embarrassment but you get the idea)
Pooks
I want, doesn't get. Or at least that's what we were told as kids.
And I couldn't possibly get out of the bath until I finished the glass of wine Himself gave me. It would be rude after he'd gone to so much trouble.
With a bit of luck, if I keep topping the hot water up - he may just decided to refill the glass
Sorry? Himself took a lot of trouble, did he? Did he plant the vines,did he squash the grapes barefoot, bottle it himself? No, and please tell the dear man that this is nothing personal, he took a cork out of a bottle and if he's anything like mine left it sitting on the worktop. Then he poured the wine into a glass. And that was all. Now me, what did I do for you? Oh, I know sweated blood and cried real tears over words which you demanded with menaces. So I win. I repeat - get your ar** out of that bath and leave those books down. Now. Right now. As in this minute.
Pooks
What happened to the sweet, mild-mannered, good-natured and helpful Leprechaun? I think it's true colours are showing. (A bit over dramatic at times, the Irish).
OK, OK, I'm going, I'm going. No need to shout.
Er...could you just pass me that glass before I go, shame to waste it.
That sort of lep is only for the readership and the 'other sort' of people. You get the baiting type.
And yes, we Irish love a bit of drama. That would be why I lovvvve the theatre. Oh, sorry have I told you that before? Techies can love a bit of drama too! (restraint).
Now step away from the devil's buttermilk,place your posterior on the seat and let your fingers do the talking.
I'm doing chapter 2 now. Scally would be so proud.
Pooks - her royal smugness
Scally would be so proud
Swot!
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