And So the Leaf Falls by Deathangelgw
Rated: Restricted Audience Comfort by AndreaLyn
Rated: Mature Audience Longing by Andraste
Rated: Mature Audience And not to yield by Lady Marshy
Rated: Restricted Audience And in the Darkness Bind them... by Enchantress
Rated: Restricted Audience And He Will... by Piper
Rated: Restricted Audience And All Because... by Foofy
Rated: Restricted Audience An Age Together by Durins Bane
Rated: Mature Audience An Act Of Boredom by Eremir
Rated: Restricted Audience Release by Amy Mayr
Rated: Restricted Audience A Moonlit Night by Minx
Rated: Mature Audience A Moment's Peace by Anastasia
Rated: Restricted Audience A Moment of Weakness by Corli
Rated: Mature Audience A Mission of Diplomacy by LdyBastet
Rated: Mature Audience Balrog of Moria/Witchking,
Warning: None

Amin Khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar by Taur otar ar Cuar
Rated: Restricted Audience What Dreams May Come by Amilmarith
Rated: Teenage Audience A Middle-Earth Night's Dream by Orlando is Legolas
Rated: Teenage Audience A Message from Mordor by LadySunrope
Rated: Teenage Audience A Mere Bowman by Empy
Rated: Teenage Audience A Memory of Daisy Chains by Oakenshield
Rated: Mature Audience

I had a shower this afternoon.  First full-on wash (including my hair) for three days...It Felt SO GOOD.  I love my work.  They let me shower and I filled up all my water containers there, so haven't had to worry about the bowsers running out...it's also taken a bit of pressure off the local ones, which is good.  I also managed to do some food shopping this afternoon as well.  The menu in the Dock household for the foreseeable future is made up of things that don't create much washing up...work have said I can do whatever I need to for as long as I need to *loves WCT*.

AND, my house was on the national BBC news at 6pm!  Small terraced house, big green shaggy hedge, empty water bowser :(

The emergency services and (although I never thought I'd say it) Severn Trent have been truly magnificent in some frekkin' awful conditions.  You rock, lads.

Only thing is...it's supposed to piddle it down again tomorrow and then again over the weekend.  Still, my upper lip is well and truly stiff (after a cry in the car this morning on the way to an appointment, but I personally put that down to PMT and a Loudon (sp?) Wainwright the 3rd song on the radio) so we can soldier on through, no probs.  Incidentally, Rufus' dad is a much better singer than he is (sorry my entire f-list, but it had to be said...)

Off to make sandwiches for tomorrow, and the to bed to finish LoTR and sob my eyes out again.  Odd how this re-read for the umpteenth zillionth time has made me weepy in places not usually a problem.  I don't normally howl at the death of Theoden (in the book; I do in the film) but crikey, I did this time.  Hubster just patted me fondly and handed me the tissue box.  He's a good, good man.

OK, Granny News Flash:  She came home from hospital yesterday morning and is being monitored with regular blood tests for how her system is doing with regards to the levels of Nasty Crap Residue that's in there.  I spoke to Mum this evening, and Granny is eating and watching the news.  So that's all alright then :)

Otherwise in the World of Dock, I'm coming out of a bout of nasty crappy viral infection that's had me off work for the last three days.  I went in on Monday, which was a bit of a silly thing to do, and realised I probably wasn't the full ticket when I had to pull the car over on the way to (thankfully) the last appointment of the day and shut my eyes before the headache made me kill either myself or those around me.  I shut my eyes and...fell asleep.  Woke up in time for said appointment, but that kind of set the alarm bells off...  I've been coughing LOTS so not sleeping properly and, until Hubster came over from dogsitting this afternoon to check I hadn't actually died, haven't left the house since Monday.  I managed to wobble around ASDA with him and then came home, knackered.  Needless to say, I'm not currently watching Sir Ian get his kit off at the RSC...a late night tonight would have killed me for sure, and the play doesn't end until 11.00pm.  Still, best bud says she'll get a programme for me and wave at Himself as well.  She's a star.

I'm debating whether to go into work tomorrow, or whether I should just have another day of sleeping.  I think, when I slept solidly from 6.30am this morning (after feeding the cats) to 1.30pm (when Hubster came to check on me), that I need to take tomorrow off.  I just don't feel up to the drive, for one thing.  Not having a voice isn't helping matters...  I'm trying not to feel guilty about students *sticks fingers in ears and croaks 'la la la' at the mention of students* but they'll just have to wait.  

I hate having no immune system *kicks enceph.* but hopefully, the sleeping like a drugged dormouse thing is my body starting to recuperate.

Right, the situation is this:

In a nutshell, the tablets that she takes for one thing or another (she takes a zillion a day, all carefully regulated by Mother) are poisoning her.  Seriously.  Her kidneys have stopped processing them and the build up is poisoning her system.  I mean, only in my family...

Anyway, she was quite chipper yesterday, but when Mum went to see her today she wasn't very well at all.  Typically, Mum couldn't find anyone to give her an update on the situation but will be going again tomorrow to coincide with the consultants' rounds.  She'll pin the bugger, never fear.

Bit worried and trying very hard not to be.

Haven't told Dad until I get the info from Mum tomorrow.