stranger things

So. I'm still hiding out at my grandparents' until the plumber comes back out, and as The Mother is still largely stranded in the middle of nowhere, work hasn't really been an option and I haven't really gone anywhere.

I've decided that I don't really like not working. It might just be the nature of what I do for a living, but sitting out in the spare room at my grandparents' house drinking tea and surfing the internet for most of the day has left me with the most unpleasant feeling that I haven't accomplished anything. I've cooked (no mean feat considering I was in someone else's kitchen with unfamiliar utensils etc.); I've watched an episode of Keen Eddie; I've even formatted the first part of a multichapter fic, although I haven't yet had the guts to actually post it yet.

And then my dad - of all people - decided to get arsy on my behalf to the estate agents regarding the aforementioned plumber. And it worked. Someone should/will be coming out to the flat tomorrow to look at the boiler. Dad admitted to me after he'd put the phone down that he was slightly disappointed that he wouldn't get to march into the office tomorrow and loudly demand to know why they were collecting rent on a property that is effectively uninhabitable at the moment. My dad's six foot and change in height, and pretty solidly built (he used to play American football until he was incapacitated by a knee injury). Under the right circumstances he can be very intimidating.

That made me a little bit happy. So has booking coach tickets to see in the new year with explodedpen and reading far too many essays on ship_manifesto, which reminded me of how much I used to sort-of ship Sarah Jane/Alan from The Sarah Jane Adventures - God, I need to start watching that show again. It was so much fun!