B’s gone home sick from work. I’m pretty sure the problem is the Chinese that we had last night. Mine was bland and a bit icky, and there was something *seriously* wrong with the sweet and sour sauce. I didn’t eat it, but B did. With prawn balls. And now he’s ill. Hmmmm.
So, got the phone back at home. And started wading through the email backlog. Being offline, though, I actually wrote the fic that’s been floating in my head for the last couple of weeks. First one I’ve done for a while. It’s the obligatory post-“Gift” offering, a Spike pov thingy. Which is a change, cos I’d been through a spate of writing Dru, before. I hope the ending of it wasn’t too obscure… hmm.