Gah

Major, major apologies to loneraven

The plans of mice and men

Our car overheated on Monday. H has been working on it most of the week. He's traced the problem to the head gasket.

Complicated.

Expensive.

Shit, but we need a car. It will cost about £300 to fix. We don't have that. Plus we need to pay fpr the search on the house and... ah crap *headdesks*

Bollocks to it.

Sorry Chris

( ...but )

Also, I know I keep saying this; but how much am I looking forward to Saturday?! *bounces*

I mean Chris dances with Billie (this is so vertical sex). And he sings... If my theory pans out, then this will mean I will be incoherent for the rest of Saturday night and prolly all of Sunday. Heck the entire week. If I'm wrong, then I'll repent in fic.