03:17 am - upuaut - (private post)Transliteratus
*the thunk of running shoes being removed, and the rustle of a towel and a cough* Merlin's blue balls, it's cold tonight. March, it doesn't feel like March. The air should be getting softer, and the bulbs in Mum's garden should start showing a bit of green. The gnomes should be waking up. Not here. (Here, it's still cold enough to freeze the tits off a bronze statue.) |