It's freezing everywhere except here. I'm not really complaining about the temperature, which is great, but I find it amusing that so many people look at my bare arms and ask me if I'm not cold. And then they stare when I say "no". Seriously, people, I've been living in London for the past three months. Come on.

Yeah, eventually. Like lots and lots of it tomorrow. I was really meaning to do an hour today, but then I finished writing at 1:30 (the entire fic. Yay) and then I had to eat and now it's bedtime. Rats.

I've been meaning to ask you. Could I possibly steal borrow your idea about Claude coming back to look for Peter before the explosion for the post Volume 3/London fic I'm working on? Cause it's a really good idea and I'm quite in love with it.