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06 November 2015 @ 02:06 am
Not-Nano Day 5  
Today: 1829 words, cumulative total: 9050.

Was slowed by doing a reread and copy edit of all that is in this fic so far. It is going to be in the 'Yes, I meant to read that, but it was so long …' category I fear.

Lost 20 tomatoes to birds and caterpillars today. Have hand-picked off dozens of caterpillars and bought netting for the birds. I am feeling at one with my swearing Greek gardening neighbours and will soon start netting the entire back garden in a fit of pique, as they do.

Also went for a lovely walk along the river today (day off!) and bought some chocolates from the chocolateria on the other side of the bridge. There was a wonderfully huge 10-month-old American Staffordshire terrier that apparently weighs 50kg. Its owner was all, 'Fear not, miss! I can control him!' while I was holding out my hands with glee and saying, 'Let me pat you, happy doggie!' Dog and I both pleased by the encounter, owner enjoyed himself telling stories of how much work the dog is to train and walk.

Then, on my walk home, I was going to come up the mid-way path that leads straight up the hill from the river to my street through two parks. The path travels away from the river in a series of switchbacks, with fences against the 'cliff' (more a cutaway into the already steep hill) edge so people can look out over the water. I glanced up to see how wet the path was and saw a man and a woman standing at the second fence, looking at me anxiously. Then I realised that they were standing very close. And her skirt was up around her shoulders. I continued along the river to the next path.

A friend rang as I finally made my way through the park near the top of the hill, and we had a lovely long talk with me sitting under a flowering gum. The whole time I wanted to say, 'Three-thirty in the afternoon is a wholly inappropriate time for public sex, don't you think? Think of the schoolchildren walking home and people out for walks, trying to mull over their fest fics!' But I just couldn't find a way to work it into the conversation.
tudorpottudorpot on November 5th, 2015 03:56 pm (UTC)
Public sex! Lol, work it into the fic? Must admit I can't imagine myself having public sex.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:32 pm (UTC)
There is a time and a place and that was neither ;-)
excentric397excentric397 on November 5th, 2015 05:20 pm (UTC)
Could not help thinking about Jack and Ianto re: public sex at 3:30 in the afternoon. Made me laugh.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:32 pm (UTC)
I would have judged them less harshly, because Jack would have had a cloaking device prepared if school kids came by.
welcome to villa cariño!capitu on November 5th, 2015 07:55 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry you lost all those tomatoes. :// Tomatoes are my favourite.

Words! \o/
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:33 pm (UTC)
I know! They are delicious, aren't they?. It was more than half my Black Russian crop :-( Still, the remainder seem to be doing well and I have a lot of seedlings to pot on.
ecosopherecosopher on November 6th, 2015 02:32 am (UTC)
You are doing SO WELL with your word count! I'm stuck on 1022 and have been for a few days. Hopefully I'll get some done today and do some catching up on the weekend.

Ha, that couple. How disappointing you couldn't seem to weave that phrase into the conversation :D
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:34 pm (UTC)
YOU CAN DO IT! Of course, I can only do it because I have no children and can ignore the cats for a while before they start protesting.

I can only imagine my friend's horror if I'd tried ;-)
khalulukhalulu on November 6th, 2015 02:33 am (UTC)
Oh, I love pit bulls! They are generally so game and goofy and willing and affectionate. Only they tend to think they're lap dogs.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:35 pm (UTC)
I KNOW! He so wanted a cuddle!
anna_wing on November 6th, 2015 05:40 am (UTC)
Mentioning it would have rather de-railed the conversation anyway.

We have just started having some rain, after a long drought. Paradoxically, this means that I can un-pot the aloe veras and plant them out in the special, slightly-raised bed with high-sand-content soil that I will be digging this weekend, if it doesn't rain too hard with too much lightning (one can do things in the rain, but not when there's lightning). Aloe vera actually likes plenty of water, so long as it doesn't have to sit around with its feet wet. I will see if the rosemary can tolerate the bed as well. I have three in pots, plus one more cutting that has survived for several months, so will use one to experiment. My soil is solid clay, kilometres of it, all the way down to bedrock, so trying to grow anything that likes well-drained soil is a major operation.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, I know that sort of clay. Not enough gyspum in all the world, alas. Raised beds are a good idea. Our soil is vey problematic, so I grow a lot of things in big pots. You would think this would mean I would be better at bird netting and caterpillar patrol, alas ... Good luck with the rosemary!
kayokokayoko on November 6th, 2015 11:06 am (UTC)
Woah, that's a big dog! I think?

Three-thirty in the afternoon is a wholly inappropriate time for public sex
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:36 pm (UTC)
Sure was, though not tall, just really solid. And so friendly!
lokifanlokifan on November 7th, 2015 07:52 pm (UTC)
You're totally right! Save it for after the watershed, guys.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:37 pm (UTC)
Jaeenchanted_jae on November 8th, 2015 06:06 am (UTC)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 10th, 2015 02:37 pm (UTC)
Enabler ;-)