Okay, well, I had one of two things lined up for my next post - either a review of the Twilight
saga or hippyjolteon
's birthday post (which is coming, I swear! ...as it were) but, what with one thing and another...I just don't feel like it.
Instead, have my account of the Great Rooftop Fire of yesterday. I'll try to keep the angst to a minimum (for anyone vaguely interested: I fail at romance. the end.) but if some creeps in, poke at it with a skewer and eventually it'll fall off.
Also, check out the features of my awesome new tagging system! ...I've only just started using tags, so this is the only entry that has any, but dude! I'm being all organised!
So, here we all are - look, there's rionaleonhart
, and that one in the Hawaiian shirt is hippyjolteon
- all sitting merrily by a flaming barbecue, not a care in the world. Any and all vegetarians present are bravely bearing the smell of flame-cooking meat. There is a lot of alcohol, there is shisha, and there are cigarettes of interesting lurid shades for those inclined to destroy their airways. ( It's all flame-retardant! Really! )
There is, I feel, a lesson in all this. Do not play the heat-resistance game with lead sheeting; it's all fun and games until the holes start shooting fire everywhere.
Epilogue: Nobody was hurt, and the barbecue was salvaged with the aid of a proper barbecue on unwitting loan from one of the neighbours. Yuffie and her boyfriend are now trying to figure out the best way to fix the roof without alerting their landlord; the plan was to take some spare lead from Hamer and weld it to the roof, but this plan has been somewhat retarded by the fact that earlier today, during what was supposed to be the repairing process, one of our heroes lost his balance and put his foot though the living room ceiling. At last update, everyone was calling every builder they knew.
Further news on reception.
22.37: An update has just come in! The lead surface of the roof has been fixed, apparently the ceiling is being done tomorrow, so the damage can't have been so very terrible, and our clumsy hero has not broken his arm.
So all's well that ends well. Also, lousy as I feel right now, my friends have all been pretty amazing. Thanks, guys. Really.
Confidential to hippyjolteon
: Feel better! University is a happy place.