Random Scribbles

Title: Ding Dong Bell
Author: Chya
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: None
Word Count: 3,975
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing has anything to do with me.
Summary: Teen!chesters. Dean falls down a well.
Warnings: A very ickle spoiler for 4.04. Not yet beta'd, so probably full of typos.
Notes: Just an answer to one teeny tiny thing that bugged me in 4.04

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Oh, I can't do links.

Anyway, in the interests of keeping my schizophrenic lives seperate, my RL missives will only be at;

http://lynnsen.livejournal.com/

January’s been pretty quiet. Which is good, as I’ve had loads to do, one way or another.

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Hee! Not cancer after all. Just.. stuff caused by the drugs. Excellent. *beam*

Some may recall from my last missive that car cabin heating wasn’t working. However, I’d worked out a temporary system of fleece throw, hot water bottle and gel heat packs to keep myself warm during the longer drives.

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So. Five and a half years after being diagnosed with breast cancer and three months after coming off the last of the cancer drugs, my mother has cancer again.

Moo.

Still, Xmas and New Year plan to be positive affairs and worries postponed to the new year.

So there.

Okay, for those of you living on a planet not in our solar system, it may come us news that I started a new job this week. Not only a new job, but also a new career. Scary stuff.

So, first week. Was fun.

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Sebaceous cyst was successfully removed. Whilst cutting me open, Doc explained how he would be attempting to remove it in one piece as that would be much cleaner and vastly reduce any chance of another. His long winded explanation of this was curtailed with the exclamation, ‘Ooh, it popped!’ Hum. Only slightly worrying. Ended up with two stitches, the ends of which poked up giving me two tiny blue Marvin the Martian style antennae.

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So, we‘ve spent the last few weeks doing stuff like trying out places for the work’s xmas ‘do’, testing Suki (Chris’ car) out, producing club newsletter, Chris has been Scout-ifying, and attending burning down houses caused by silly people putting burning candles on top of tellys.
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So.

Sorry for lack of any updates, but October has been a crazy, crazy month. So I’ll try to make a really, really long set of stories very, very short.

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So, the second Saturday in September was taken up with Sports Coach training. Interesting stuff on Sports Nutrition and Sports Injury. A lot of typical sports stuff isn’t applicable to diving as we are not high intensity, but we did get some good snippets. And there was one Sports Coach who got very little out of the day; he taught chess.

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The week was spent hamster sitting. Smudge is a very pretty hamster who loves to spend all day in bed, rising at 3am to rummage noisily around, and presents herself for hand feeding in her bedroom, or salon. Perky, on the other hand, is a very fat hamster with beautiful chocolate fur, and who can waddle exceedingly fast through his tubes to the feeding bowl, where he expects a brief petting before going to stuff his cheek pouches.

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Okay, so for those who don’t know, I’ve had some interesting issues over my BAA shares. Computershare have had a backlog, which has meant that whenever I’ve sent something, I’ve received an acknowledgement by return and a actual reply up to three months later. The crux of the matter is that my last registered address was Hextable Close, and they needed proof that I was at that address before moving to Beazley Court. Proof could be a utility bill. Any utility bill at all.

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I've plonked my Scapa missive over at Yahoo, so anyone who may be vaguely interested should follow the link.

Scapa Flow Missive

A short missive to bring us up to date before we set off on our expedition to the wilds of Scapa Flow. We should be setting out from Rochester Friday morning and driving the full lengths of both England and Scotland to catch the ferry from the very north east over to the Orkney Islands. We will be on proper explorer rations (mint humbugs and Pringles), and hacking our way through the jungles of the M1.

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After last time’s rant, I’m sure people will be very pleased to know that I have little to say for myself this time.
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Public Service Announcement: We have survived not only the first of July, but also the Tour De France, so bring it on, ya bastards, we can take it!

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The eighth of June saw the beginnings of my birthday starting off with a lovely dinner at mum and dads. Birthday pressie involved a treasure trove of jewellery. *beam*

The day after we spent in battle with the new shed. After much swearing, a couple of strategic withdrawals to Wickes, and a prolonged negotiation with a grand matriarch garden spider, the shed was erected, and now looks very pretty.

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On a nice fair Saturday Chris organised for us to go on a trip to a microbrewery in the Chatham dockyards, for which the parental joined us. The beer drinkers drank copious quantities of beer and the drivers ate copious quantities of samosas. We were looked after marvellously and discovered that brewing beer isn’t nearly as complicated as some hops geeks would have one believe. As Chris likes to tell everyone, he has now proven that he can organise a piss up in a brewery. Afterwards, we went to the Ship & Trades pub for a while before Chris and I accompanied the parental for a stroll around the docks. Which are extremely new looking given that they are a few centuries old.

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Hmmm, been a long time since I last updated, so this could be a long one. Or maybe not.

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