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Today there is still a Snow warning and an Ice warning and later a Wind warning, which makes it very good weather for Not Going Anywhere, as far as I can tell.

We should have long winter holidays for staying inside in the warm. Much simpler.
... yes I know I have permanent holiday. I just know lots of other people are outside in the weather.

So yesterday I hatched a cunning plan to get my shopping delivered, which doesn't solve the juice problem but fixes all the other foods.

Trouble was it backfired a bit, because my credit card decided the supermarket were secretly pulling a fast one and phoned me at 0800 to warn me about the fraud. So then the supermarket phoned at a bit past nine to tell me my card was declined, but then it worked when they ran it again, so hopefully that's sorted. And then the delivery dude phoned to say he was early, which was fine, but I do wonder sometimes why they give you a one hour timeslot when half an hour early can happen.

But now I have food and apple pastries and I ate the nice foods for lunch.

So either the weather will be frightful and I'll stay home but have plenty of foods
or it'll be surprise okay and I'll get to go to dancing lessons and then have apple pastries for a second time.

But also today there were people who asked if I wanted a copy of the Watchtower, and then corrected themselves cause the one they had wasn't called that any more.

And there's an email that my Amazon order is out for delivery, so I probably shouldn't just go back to bed.

I feel that is maximum phones. Maximum. For one day.

And yet I fully expect at least one more phone call to say yea or nay on the transport this evening.


Eh, I'm dry, I'm warm, I have choices for supper, it's all good really.


And I'm reading Sabriel, which I haven't read in long enough I can't remember it, and it is pretty okay.
... I keep getting distracted by my own plot bunnies. which is kind of cool though, at least they remain interesting to me.


shall see how the day goes.

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I cancelled the evening's travel, because the forecast kept changing a little but was only trying to decide if sleet or snow, and how late it would be when all that froze on the ground. Nasty. But in here I am warm, which is excellent.

Sabriel was quite good, though once again I fail to understand how one view of a guy naked and a couple weeks at most travelling and fighting together adds up to actual love. I mean you can figure out he's a pretty good prospect, but it still don't seem to add up, to me. All the adventure bits were good though, and the resolution both fair and unexpected.

I shall read the other two I have and then see if there's more.

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biscuits are bad
because any given biscuit is hardly a mouthful
but then you've ate enough to be Very Full
except
not of actual useful food, so the full wears off
and then
there are still more biscuits




... they taste sogood...

... I must not buy any more.

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My story requires two countries either side of a mountain range to get completely cut off from each other because someone magic-nukes the mountains

but I have no grasp of geography or scale

I'm British

I'm just imagining, like, the Lake District, maybe a bit of Scotland
but then you could just take a little boat? around the edges? like going around always works?

but presumably there are places going around doesn't work
because continents
like setting off for China the other direction.

And it's not like the little map in the front of all fantasy books ever makes sense anyway
I can just go lalala impassible mountains ONWARDS!

but

i still can't really imagine a land mass you can't go end to end of on the slow train in a day.

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Why do people who enter an incorrect number at the front door
and it tells them they've entered an incorrect number
keep on typing it in and trying to rattle the door open?

Like do they think they'll get inside and the flat they're looking for will magically exist after all?