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The Hermit Serpent
11/12/2007 10:44 amJust like last Tuesday, Izzie had grand plans of pottering around town or at least indulging in a coffee crawl before slinking off to an afternoon of house elf slavery at 3pm. But just like last week, ended up lurking around the Lair and doing rather little indeed
All those breezy and sunny but not at all hot December days have departed to be replaced by an icky sticky horrid and hot stinker full of flies and with UV levels off the meter. Not the sort of day for sticking the nose out the door unless absolutely necessary and certainly not the sort of day for visiting the graveyard at Little Hangleton at ungodly hours
Yesss. It was way after the midnight hour of Tuesday 11th December in 2001 that the Izzie first set foot in that spooky place and had little idea what strange days awaited thereafter. Being unable to sleep back then, resorted to listening to a repeat of Background Briefing at 4 in the morning - a story about a very dodgy toxic waste dump. If we should choose to stay up so late tonight, it would be a story about the new owner of LJ by proxy - one Mr V Putin. But the Izzie will not be staying up that late due to the need to be at work for 7am
But in the real world, is time to get back to tidying the Lair, writing and sending Christmas cards and finally planting a whole pile of weeds and seeds. Got some proper propagating trays and decided to wait for the waxing moon to see if it really does make a difference. Should have also planted some just after the full moon to see if there really is a difference.
All those breezy and sunny but not at all hot December days have departed to be replaced by an icky sticky horrid and hot stinker full of flies and with UV levels off the meter. Not the sort of day for sticking the nose out the door unless absolutely necessary and certainly not the sort of day for visiting the graveyard at Little Hangleton at ungodly hours
Yesss. It was way after the midnight hour of Tuesday 11th December in 2001 that the Izzie first set foot in that spooky place and had little idea what strange days awaited thereafter. Being unable to sleep back then, resorted to listening to a repeat of Background Briefing at 4 in the morning - a story about a very dodgy toxic waste dump. If we should choose to stay up so late tonight, it would be a story about the new owner of LJ by proxy - one Mr V Putin. But the Izzie will not be staying up that late due to the need to be at work for 7am
But in the real world, is time to get back to tidying the Lair, writing and sending Christmas cards and finally planting a whole pile of weeds and seeds. Got some proper propagating trays and decided to wait for the waxing moon to see if it really does make a difference. Should have also planted some just after the full moon to see if there really is a difference.
