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I HAVE FOUND THE CHEESE GRATER. You can all stand down.

It was, hilariously, with the sugar that I couldn't find either. Both were tucked behind my printer, between a magazine-box and the wall. My printer is on the kitchen counter so while this is not a rational place to put my cheese-grater, per se, it is less irrational than some places it could have been. I have a suspicion R's mum put them there intending to move them later and then forgot about them.

We still have not located the mud mat that went at the back door. Current consensus is that she threw it out.

Apparently, when she came up, R's mum brought his godmother with her and so I feel less guilty now that I know it was two people cleaning. After I texted him to let him know the shower was repaired and we hadn't been robbed so much as tidily vandalised, he called his godfather to talk to him and got his godmother instead, who proceeded to rip him a new one about the state of our flat. The phrase "health hazard" was employed, according to him. I'm a little concerned about what their opinion of me might be now, but frankly I can't be fucked to vacuum a rug neither of us ever walks on.

Because I had a lot of jittery energy and I can't seem to sit down and write, I reorganised my side of the pantry and transferred back all of R's food that his mother moved to my side in order to make room for my kitchen appliances, which are now back on the counter where they belong.

The goulash was not even a qualified success, but R's going to eat it all so that's all right. I don't think stews are really my forte.

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Self-pimpings and soundings, ahoy!

thaddeusfavour picked up an expression someone used, "Sam's Eloquent Legion", and made some lovely icons of it; I feel a bit embarrassed about pimping them but they are great icons and it's not like I commissioned them, and anyway it's complimenting you lot and not me. :)

In jack_and_ellis news, Dave (do you have an LJ, Dave? I can link to it if so) has made a very cool lego version of Purva de la Fitte. I know I am internet famous when legos get into the act. :D

You know honestly it's not that I'm writing-blocked right now, because I find that if I sit quietly for five minutes I'm never blocked, but I'm stalled out on the things I want and need to work on. I've been invited to write a fic for the fall issue of Brotherhood, an invite-only published 'zine, which has a gen policy and a friendship theme. It's cool to be writing for a 'zine, because I didn't even know paper ones existed anymore, and I've never done anything like it. On the other hand I'm writing a Torchwood story for it, and Captain Jack Harkness plus gen takes you to a very weird headspace. Still, I'm pleased with the progress so far, and the proof isn't due until September. Lots of time for tweaking.

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Mum sent me a care package this week.

I think you know what's coming next.

CONTENTS:

My DVD recorder. This is quite useful, it was a birthday present two years ago and granted I am very grateful she's sent it on. I'm going to make R hook it up because I'm hopeless with cords and also he owes me for drinking all the milk again.

A tote bag. Do you people have any idea how many tote bags she's given me? Four counting this one. And I don't use any of them, but apparently she couldn't resist sending just one more, because this one is collapsible. News story: ALL TOTEBAGS ARE COLLAPSIBLE. They're made out of fabric.

Scribble Cookies, which is a book of "independent art projects for children". I'm not sure if this is a subtle hint in re: my procreative potential, or a slam on my IQ.

A book light. This is my favourite, because it came in a box that listed all its features, and you know the copy writers must have been getting a bit desperate to list the features of a booklight. Batteries included! Lightweight! Fully poseable! 3-setting Dimmer Switch! I especially like the 3-setting Dimmer Switch, because it turns out that the "Three Settings" are Blinding, Only A Little Blinding, and Off.

A pack of cheese and cracker snacks.

A wristwatch (not mine). Properly, another wristwatch (not mine) bringing the total up to six.

A Texas organ donor card.

God love her.