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I have not seen Doctor Who yet, but note a generally pleaseed reaction and excellent grasp of the concept of spoiler cuts on my Flist.

I had a great weekend with antisoppist and family, also meeting up with ankaret on the Saturday for a trip to Cleeve Abbey. I can’t honestly say that I was very restrained in not nagging antisoppist for a Harriet/Bunter sequel and endeavouring to make helpful suggestions, but I like to think of myself as being encouraging rather than making outright threats. Meanwhile I shall endeavour to remove the beam in my own eye, notwithstanding the temptations of Wimbledon and various end of term things. Bunter is probably getting a bit chilly.

According to LJ, back in October I was considering a fic in which I might use the phrase "the smaller man". I have absolutely no idea what fic this was, but I did note a bit in the comments that got missed in a recent comment-fic round-up:

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"Damn!" said Wimsey, clutching at the sideboard so as not to fall off the inadequate stool on which he stood on tiptoe, straining to reach the top of the cupboard.

A delicate cough behind him attracted his attention and he turned to see Bunter standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Ah, Bunter! You come most speedily upon your hour. Helen always does put the biscuits out of reach. Almost as if she weren't making one feel welcome."

"Allow me, my lord."

He mounted the stool, retrieved the tin, and presented it to the smaller man. Lord Peter extracted a Viennese finger.

"Very good, Bunter."

*

Tonight I shall try to finish my annoying Burda dress, because otherwise I never shall. Also, I should like to wear it on Wednesday when gathering local colour at the Encaenia garden party (alas, not being Harriet Vane I don’t get to gather my local colour at Ascot except on the Reading station platform).

In an unexpected opportunity to dress up, I am going to see Capriccio at Grange Park Opera on Friday. I shall certainly fit into my best evening frock, last worn ten years ago, as it is stretchy, but I had better check that it still looks OK. Alternatively, I could wear my bridesmaid’s dress, for which I at least have matching shoes. In both cases, I have a decided lack of warm layer.

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I have not seen Doctor Who yet, but note a generally pleaseed reaction and excellent grasp of the concept of spoiler cuts on my Flist.

I had a great weekend with antisoppist and family, also meeting up with ankaret on the Saturday for a trip to Cleeve Abbey. I can’t honestly say that I was very restrained in not nagging antisoppist for a Harriet/Bunter sequel and endeavouring to make helpful suggestions, but I like to think of myself as being encouraging rather than making outright threats. Meanwhile I shall endeavour to remove the beam in my own eye, notwithstanding the temptations of Wimbledon and various end of term things. Bunter is probably getting a bit chilly.

According to LJ, back in October I was considering a fic in which I might use the phrase "the smaller man". I have absolutely no idea what fic this was, but I did note a bit in the comments that got missed in a recent comment-fic round-up:

Crumbs

"Damn!" said Wimsey, clutching at the sideboard so as not to fall off the inadequate stool on which he stood on tiptoe, straining to reach the top of the cupboard.

A delicate cough behind him attracted his attention and he turned to see Bunter standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Ah, Bunter! You come most speedily upon your hour. Helen always does put the biscuits out of reach. Almost as if she weren't making one feel welcome."

"Allow me, my lord."

He mounted the stool, retrieved the tin, and presented it to the smaller man. Lord Peter extracted a Viennese finger.

"Very good, Bunter."

*

Tonight I shall try to finish my annoying Burda dress, because otherwise I never shall. Also, I should like to wear it on Wednesday when gathering local colour at the Encaenia garden party (alas, not being Harriet Vane I don’t get to gather my local colour at Ascot except on the Reading station platform).

In an unexpected opportunity to dress up, I am going to see Capriccio at Grange Park Opera on Friday. I shall certainly fit into my best evening frock, last worn ten years ago, as it is stretchy, but I had better check that it still looks OK. Alternatively, I could wear my bridesmaid’s dress, for which I at least have matching shoes. In both cases, I have a decided lack of warm layer.