"This is Ali. Obviously if I'm not answering, I can't fast-track your evidence bag. Offering to kiss my butt won't even work. You need me, leave a message. I'm a scientist, not a psychic, so you'll have to wait for me to get back to you. Cheers muchly."

[Please leave any message for Alicia or mun here]

Sort of makes me feel like giving it another shot...

LINK: Oh my god, it's been two months since any disasters. Am I in the Twilight Zone?

Just in case, I'm touching wood left, right and centre.

And damnit, I'm 30 in a few months. I shouldn't still giggle-snort at "touching wood", nor should I have an urge to blow bubbles in my chocolate milk.

LINK: More to it than belly rubbing and glowing prettily like a goddess dancing through daises.

LINK: I baked... a cake... and now I need to be committed.

LINK: Ali wasn't religious, even if she was Christened when she was a baby, and she wouldn't know why she found herself in front of a church plucking up the courage to go inside and light a candle for her lost babies except that she felt like she needed to.

LINK: She didn't care if she was a bitch, or had a reputation for being one, and if anyone didn't like it, they could kiss her fucking pale (slightly less firm due to childbirth) English arse.

1. Was 2009 a good year for you? Why? The best of my life, because I married the love of my life.

2. What was your favorite moment of the year? I have three. Being proposed to, hearing Andrew say 'I do', and my baby girl's first word.

3. What was your least favorite moment of the year? The miscarriage... miscarriages

4. Where were you when 2009 began? On the bathroom floor with Andrew while we vomited our guts up.

5. Who were you with? Andrew

6. Where will you be when 2009 ends? Probably at a party if I can move out of the comfy chair.

7. Who will you be with when 2009 ends? With the critters and my family My family.

8. Did you keep your New Year's Resolutions of 2009? I don't make them, I never fucking keep them.

9. Do you have (a) New Year's Resolution(s) for 2010? No, fuck off.

10. Did you fall in love in 2009? I fall in love with my husband every day. Cheesy, I know, so fucking sue me.

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LINK: Time to give up trying... at least for now.

2.7. "Promises are like babies: easy to make, hard to deliver."
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Co-written with agentfraser

James let himself into Ali's apartment with the key he had, just like she told him to when she called. The place was dark, all the blinds drawn with just a couple of lamps on here and there. She hadn't gone into much detail on the phone, just asked him if he could come around and keep her company while Andrew was in Chicago for some conference. He wouldn't be home until Christmas Eve, James knew Ali well enough to know just from the tone of her voice that she really could use some company. He found her curled up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around her legs and wearing one of Andrew's large paramedic jerseys. She was nursing a mug of something, and the TV remote control was in easy reach while the large screen mounted on the wall looked like it was playing an old Eighties movie of some sort, if the clothing and hairstyles were anything to go by.

( He shrugged his coat off and draped it over the back of the nearby recliner before dumping his wallet and keys on the coffee table...Collapse )


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