I knew it was going to be hard not to sleep with you regularly after this summer but I hadn’t realised just how much. It’s not even the more euphemistic pleasures (though those too) - just missing having you there. Good sign for the future, I suppose, if entirely tedious for the next seven months. I can’t wait for tomorrow.
Also, my recent mail, now in the wedding planning edition. Besides the usual lot of letters implying I’m nowhere near good enough for you (ignoring those, truly, but there’s two you should look at because they’re a little odd), I have:
- Six invitations, one we should discuss. Oh, and Mum’s set Dad’s 75th birthday party for 18th November. Best chance to introduce you to the extended family we’re going to manage. (Plenty of other distractions for the aunts and cousins. And Nana.)
- Seven unsolicited prospectuses (prospecti?) from wedding vendors, mostly dire. (Charmed lovebirds. Far too twee pastel cakes. Two horrific sets of robes. A caterer whose prices make no sense - must ask Temp what they’re hiding. Rather pitiful table decorations made from Scottish sea shells. A hall in the back of beyond. Only half-decent one is decoration charms, but I want to see what you think.)
- The latest round of pamphlets from Wizarding Repopulation. The “You are engaged, congratulations!” set is rather a piece of work, with new pamphlets about wedding charms, managing one’s relations with in-laws (all I can say, love, is that given your family, it would be more use if I did the exact opposite) and so on. And exhorting me to come for an appointment.
(On family wedding charms: been working up the nerve to discuss something since Mum got me enough detail. We needn’t make a decision until much nearer spring.)
- And finally, a note from a “longtime reader” of In The Soup drawing my attention to the retraction in this week’s issue. (I’d not got that far in my pile yet.) Doesn’t say much, just admits they trusted an unreliable source, and rather carefully apologises. Quite curious, actually.
No plans for the weekend other than whatever time you’ve free for me, and tonight with Antosha. (Though if you want time on your own, there is always research to amuse me.)
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Date: 2012-09-07 07:13 pm (UTC)I knew it was going to be hard not to sleep with you regularly after this summer but I hadn’t realised just how much. It’s not even the more euphemistic pleasures (though those too) - just missing having you there. Good sign for the future, I suppose, if entirely tedious for the next seven months. I can’t wait for tomorrow.
Also, my recent mail, now in the wedding planning edition. Besides the usual lot of letters implying I’m nowhere near good enough for you (ignoring those, truly, but there’s two you should look at because they’re a little odd), I have:
- Six invitations, one we should discuss. Oh, and Mum’s set Dad’s 75th birthday party for 18th November. Best chance to introduce you to the extended family we’re going to manage. (Plenty of other distractions for the aunts and cousins. And Nana.)
- Seven unsolicited prospectuses (prospecti?) from wedding vendors, mostly dire. (Charmed lovebirds. Far too twee pastel cakes. Two horrific sets of robes. A caterer whose prices make no sense - must ask Temp what they’re hiding. Rather pitiful table decorations made from Scottish sea shells. A hall in the back of beyond. Only half-decent one is decoration charms, but I want to see what you think.)
- The latest round of pamphlets from Wizarding Repopulation. The “You are engaged, congratulations!” set is rather a piece of work, with new pamphlets about wedding charms, managing one’s relations with in-laws (all I can say, love, is that given your family, it would be more use if I did the exact opposite) and so on. And exhorting me to come for an appointment.
(On family wedding charms: been working up the nerve to discuss something since Mum got me enough detail. We needn’t make a decision until much nearer spring.)
- And finally, a note from a “longtime reader” of In The Soup drawing my attention to the retraction in this week’s issue. (I’d not got that far in my pile yet.) Doesn’t say much, just admits they trusted an unreliable source, and rather carefully apologises. Quite curious, actually.
No plans for the weekend other than whatever time you’ve free for me, and tonight with Antosha. (Though if you want time on your own, there is always research to amuse me.)