I think that last fic was the first time I've written sex - on or offscreen - that was in an actual bed. Huh. (If you've ever slept in one, you'll know that campbeds totally don't count. My mum owned a campbed, and if you did anything radical on it, like sitting up, it collapsed. You had to get into it already horizontal, and stay horizontal until you got out again. Not easy when you're in a sleeping bag.)

Not to worry: the next one will be a return to the usual uncomfortable situations. If it'll just stop fading to black, anyhow.

---

An email conversation I've just been having with A:

( Tea or cake? )

---

Lalala, Friday. I watched 'Hustle' yesterday, and when I decided to Wiki it, to find out what happened to Stacie and Danny (I miiiiiiiiiiss them), I learned that Ash's nickname is "Three Socks". Apparently he acquired it after his first trip to the showers while in prison. I have no more information than that, but a whole collection of mental images.