Crouch Touch Pause Engage

Because am borderline hacked off (bad ear, two lots of bad teeth, various things which keep popping their heads up and need to be tackled) am cheering self up by posting this daft thing. Dates back to the days when the St Bride's boys were a twinkle in my eye and I was playing around with the characters...

Dear Diary

2nd February 1910

Orlando has gone off to his conference on Differential Calculus; by the time he travels there and back I’ll not have seen him for more than two weeks. Not sure whether I’m happy or sad or even if I’ll miss him. He’s turning back into an old curmudgeon – probably because there isn’t a Nobel Prize for Mathematics. No matter how hard he wishes for one.
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Revision of an old piece of fanfic, but this time to include my St Bride's boys; crossover with Dr Who.

“What have you done? I told you not to touch a thing.”

“I haven’t done anything. I very deliberately kept my hands in my pockets—especially after last time.”
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