Apparently, Dishcloths And Tea Towels Are Not The Same Thing.

Today has not been fantastic; I went down to Brighton, became horribly lost, wandered around for an hour with heavy bags of shopping and eventually found my way back, only to discover that I had bought the wrong thing.

However, none of that matters, because sacred_sarcasm sent me a letter. An actual letter! I haven't had one of these since I was twelve! Her handwriting is incredibly beautiful and it is written on actual letter-writing paper and it made my day before I had even opened it just by having 'LJ-POST. AHAHAHA - YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?' written on the envelope flap and oh, I wish you could have seen the joy it brought me. I was grinning so much that I was probably scaring the other passengers on the bus. And it had a Jeremy Clarkson fridge-magnet packed in with it! And the actual letter was absolutely hilarious and rambled about Jeremy/Ford GT versus Jeremy/Lamborghini Gallardo and offhandedly mentioned the angsty love triangle of Cessna/James/Luscombe and suggested the idea of Hammond/jetcar and then berated itself for doing so. It also says 'Perhaps I could take up the ukulele', which is an idea I very much approve of. I am probably going to pin it up on my wall, if I can bring myself to actually poke a pin through the beautiful, beautiful paper.

P.S. DEAR sacred_sarcasm:

I was writing almost sort-of Jeremy/James mpreg last night.

I WOULD LIKE SOME SORT OF EXPANSION ON THIS.


(Er. For anyone who wants to send me things through the post (and please do, because it makes me so happy!): if you'd rather I didn't mention details of what you wrote/sent on my LJ, let me know.

I may not honour your request to stay quiet if you do not honour my request not to send anthrax.)