Defrosting the freezer is a very enjoyable way to spend an hour or so. I have no patience, so me, a blunt knife, an ice scraper and my hairdryer took really quite a large amount of ice to pieces very quickly. One lump -- a sheet straight across the back -- came out in one piece. It was peculiarly satisfying.

I had plans to replace the on-the-blink car stereo with something I could plug my mp3 player into but they can't fit it until next week. So it will be a very quiet journey up north tomorrow. If I pack in time. (Clara: have added pyjamas. Am contemplating adding fluffy blanket.)

I was appalled to realise that I've made two big mistakes in one of my Yuletide stories. I've got to check one other thing, and then I guess I see about replacing it. *sigh*. It doesn't change the story, just offends my sense of correctness.

I've seen honking great mistakes of a similar sort -- stories written in a tearing hurry where the author didn't think to double check something, and I never say anything, not on Yuletide stories. I might email them after the reveal, but to comment publicly seems just rude. From my side of things, I'm rather grateful that no one has pointed them out. I can slide quietly under the table and beat my head on a handy table leg whilst comforting myself with the thought that no one noticed -- no one's said anything.... *g*

On the other hand, I've got to admit to being glad that it wasn't me who has accidentally written 'effluence' instead of 'effulgence' off and on through their story.

I've locked down one of my yuletide posts until next week as it had quite a lot of detail in the end :-) and if anyone would care to take a guess as to which Yuletide (2) and sga_santa (1) stories I wrote, please have at. People who already know are not to guess *g*