I could kick myself!

[rosiespark]

I reversed my car too close to another car parked close to my house, caught its numberplate under the edge of my car's bumper and promptly ripped the numberplate half off. Damn! So now I'm going to have to replace it, which will involve time and money that I have better uses for. Not to mention phoning the Licensing Office - usually a nightmare - and trying to find out how it's done. Blah! I was in a hurry and just wasn't careful enough - and that makes me so cross. :(

ETA: It was the other car's numberplate that got ripped off - I'm not sure that was clear. But since it was entirely my fault, I don't feel I can say no to the owner's request that I find out about getting it replaced. I'm expecting a nightmare of red tape, queues and delays. ::kicks self hard::

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[semyaza.livejournal.com]

It's only 1 am. I'm usually up until 1.30 or 2. I've actually had some interesting ideas for drabbles using 'sloth' in the usual sense, but I think they'd be double drabbles and the comm. only takes 100 word drabbles. I may write them eventually anyway. I posted my fluffy story yesterday and was going to start the sequel to "Spirit" today but I had to catch up on my letter writing (to friends who don't have comps) as I'm woefully behind. Heigh-ho. You lead an exciting life! I'm going to make the couscous recipe again tomorrow. :)

Size does matter!

[rosiespark.livejournal.com]

Now I'm feeling vaguely insulted for being accused of having a teensy weensy...letterbox! ;)

Found it!

[rosiespark.livejournal.com]

The bath quote is in track 16 on the first cd. "I invented that little rhyme in my bath one day". Have a listen. After which my poem idea might make a bit more sense - or not. ;)

It's just that I can imagine him composing stuff in the bath, and two separate muses getting their wires crossed so that lines/words from the bathtime song keep finding their way into the rings verse as he composes it. With very silly results. And Tolkien gets nore and more frustrated, muttering crossly to himself, "No, no, that won't do. Won't do at all," until he finally emerges dripping and towel-clad from the bathroom to make his way to the nearest pen and paper. Two pieces of paper, one for each muse, since it has by this point dawned on him that he is, as it were, receiving two channels simultaneously. And posterity is eternally grateful to have been spared the garbled version. Until now, that is...

Well, I think it's amusing. ;)