lonelybrit | Coming up for air...

So, back from Morocco and straight back into the mayhem of real life. Ah well.

Firstly, grovelling apologies to

lostgirlslair. I was supposed to write your fic for the Wesathon some weeks ago. I do actually have a plot, and the first section on my computer. But at the moment I have no idea when I'm going to get the time to sit down and seriously start writing again. I do intend to write it, but I just can't say when it's likely to be done. Sorry! **offers bunch of flowers**

Secondly, in case anyone is interested in just what happened in Morocco, which probably isn't that many, let's just say it was fun. Overly hot. But still fun. We spent a few days up in the Atlas mountains where we went for walks to nearly by ice-cold waterfalls. We spent two days on the fringes of the Sahara, taking a two hour camel ride out to a nearby oasis in the middle of the dunes so we could sleep under the stars. And we spent a week or so in the very busy Marrakech where we shopped till we dropped in the many, many souks. And it wasn't my younger swan-necked sister who was getting looked at and chatted up. It was my dyed-orange-haired younger brother. Which we all found rather amusing.

Right. Back to the grindstone...