Yep, staying in London. Hendon, north London. It's on the tube (a wheelchair-accessible station) and generally a nice place to be.
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Nice! I wish we could come visit again.
Seska! It is wonderful to see you! And yeah, don't try to read up from the last time you were here.
I hope the new place is much better for your headaches and you get settled in at the new place very quickly.
Nice to see you, Seska!
I just fell off a ladder while installing some window insulation. And this was entirely stupid and entirely my fault, because I knew that the ladder was wobbly, and I went up above the "do not stand above this step" step anyway. Nothing horribly injured, but my right leg is going to be pretty bruised up, and I think I might have sprained my ankle. I'm going to ice the ankle and see how it does.
Oh, no, Hil! Bubble wrap.
Damn Hil. Healing vibes wafting over the internet.
I was fine while climbing up the ladder, since I could hold onto the window frame for support. I didn't really stop to think that, once I taped the insulation into place, the frame would be behind the plastic.
I totally sympathize. As someone with physical limitations myself, I've hurt myself doing the "Oh, I can manage this" dance more than once.
I don't think that this one can be blamed on any physical limitation other than being too short.