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beccaelizabethTesco food delivery, 1100-1300
1330 now, still no food
which is rather awkward since breakfast was in there. Whatever breakfast turns out to be. I don't fancy eating baked beans again, or cooking up a huge batch of quorn mince and sauce, which are my current options. If food arrives there will be many more varieties. And also four packets of chocolate biscuits.
I possibly got a bit carried away there.
Have phoned the help line. They couldn't help. Can't get hold of the driver. Which could mean something dire, or it could just mean something daft. I'm hoping for daft. I'm irritated, not vengeful.
Also daft makes food arrival more likely.
grumble. grumble grumble.
In other news, while waiting for the van, I have spent two and a half hours looking out my window and reading Doctor Who fic. More people walk past my flat than I was previously aware of. And 9th Doctor fic is frequently better than I've found the shows to be. different, obviously, but full of interesting. Which is neat.
It still feels strange reading Doctor Who fanfic. I mean I've been watching the show since forever - it is quite possible some of my earliest memories feature bits of it - but I never read any fanfic for it. Possibly because I haven't finished all the canon yet, so don't really feel the hunger like I do with finished shows.
Bored now. Been wanting to go to bed for several hours. Tired. VAguely nauseous. Grumbley.
But reading neat stuff.
1330 now, still no food
which is rather awkward since breakfast was in there. Whatever breakfast turns out to be. I don't fancy eating baked beans again, or cooking up a huge batch of quorn mince and sauce, which are my current options. If food arrives there will be many more varieties. And also four packets of chocolate biscuits.
I possibly got a bit carried away there.
Have phoned the help line. They couldn't help. Can't get hold of the driver. Which could mean something dire, or it could just mean something daft. I'm hoping for daft. I'm irritated, not vengeful.
Also daft makes food arrival more likely.
grumble. grumble grumble.
In other news, while waiting for the van, I have spent two and a half hours looking out my window and reading Doctor Who fic. More people walk past my flat than I was previously aware of. And 9th Doctor fic is frequently better than I've found the shows to be. different, obviously, but full of interesting. Which is neat.
It still feels strange reading Doctor Who fanfic. I mean I've been watching the show since forever - it is quite possible some of my earliest memories feature bits of it - but I never read any fanfic for it. Possibly because I haven't finished all the canon yet, so don't really feel the hunger like I do with finished shows.
Bored now. Been wanting to go to bed for several hours. Tired. VAguely nauseous. Grumbley.
But reading neat stuff.