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A positive day. Bunny Camp (aka the rabbit sanctuary fete) went well, and I sold a few things. I also won a rather nice cake in the raffle -- it's covered in green icing, with pink rabbits on top -- which will be going into work with me tomorrow.

(It's not that I'm that generous. But one person (me) can only eat so much cake.)

However, I very definitely have a cold now. Oh well. Another winter, another week, another cold.

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The Rolling English Road

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.

I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.

His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.

My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.

-- GK Chesterton

drabble letter for fadethecat - we don't like zombies on our lawn

Title: Letter: we don’t like zombies on our lawn
Requester: fadethecat
Series: In Nomine
Requested Characters: Saminga, Novalis (...I have to admit, I have Restraining Order in mind, but as pleases you!)
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/1022754.html


They never told me you were SO MEAN.

I can understand it if you don’t like my zombies. Not everyone likes my zombies. Not everyone has GOOD TASTE.

But then Kobal showed me your new game where you have flowers shooting down my POOR HELPLESS LITTLE ZOMBIES. That is mean. That is SO MEAN. Those zombies never did anything to hurt YOU.

I am going to make a game where the zombies rip up the little flowers and eat them and SERVE YOU RIGHT.

I’m going to get you and your little sunflowers too. Meanie.

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(PS: this makes more sense if you have played Plants Vs Zombies. Sorry.)

drabble letter for rvdammit - beware of the Auditor

Title: Letter: beware of the Auditor
Requester: rvdammit
Series: Amber, Vorkosiverse
Requested Characters: Ivan, Random
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/1022754.html

Random, old fellow,

Kindly let a person know when you’re going to be calling. I have absolutely no objection to your spending the night (or the day) on my sofa, but my cousin – you know, the one who recently got that little gold-plated neck ornament – asks awkward questions and makes awkward deductions. The subject of your precise rank came up. I had to say that you were just back from an offworld assignment, which fortunately he let pass without any further comment, but that’s not going to work a second time. If you’re not careful, he’s going to get curious, and that’s going to be the end of your maple mead supplies for the foreseeable future.

Worse still, my mother might find you. And then we’d both be in the soup.

Ivan

PS – dinner as usual on Saturday?

drabble letter for vincentursus - sincere appreciation

Title: Letter: sincere appreciation
Requester: vincentursus
Series: In Nomine / Amber
Requested Characters: Archangel Michael, Corwin of Amber
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/1022754.html


Dear Sir,

His Serenity the Archangel of War would like to congratulate you on your use of effective and intelligent combat tactics. His admiration for your style is so great that he wishes to introduce the new award, “A Corwin,” for those servitors who manage to entirely avoid a pointless combat during moments of extreme danger or urgency. The current suggestion involves a medal with one side embossed showing a portrait of a prostate man with a cloak over his head and a sword through his chest, and your signature on the other side. Please respond to this divine communication if you wish to be associated with the presentation of such orders of merit.

Alcohol will be involved.

Yours faithfully,

MICHAEL, ARCHANGEL OF WAR
pp Smitiel, Secretary to the Archangel Michael, Mercurian of War, Eradicator of Paperwork, General of the War Office, Sinker of Beers