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Title: Extension of My Usefulness
Fandom & Pairing: The Hunger Games Trilogy (Takes place during Catching Fire); Katniss/Peeta
Rating: NC-17 for sexually explicit goings on
Summary During their train journey on the Victory Tour, Peetah finds he may be good for more than just helping Katniss sleep.
Dislcaimer: None of it's mine, all characters & situations are property of Suzanne Collins. I make no money from my meagre Pr0n.
Author's Notes: My first fanfic in a LONG time. Please go easy, I may have become rusty with age!

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D'oh! I have a Christmas fic I want to post, but my MS Word seems to be broken!

I have Windows 7 and MS Office 2010 (Student copy). None of the Office products will work. They were working five days ago, and there's no other signs of a virus or similar. It says I can repair in control panel, but I can't find how.

Help?

I got into work. The buses limped along, driven by very grumpy drivers.

I sit here for twenty minutes, watching the snow start to fall in sheets again.

I look on the First Buses website. They shut down all the buses again.

Anyone in the Morriston area with a spare bed for the night? :S

More pics ... Including some of me!

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Managed to finally get an answer from work. One of the directors walked in -- bless 'im! He's the only one in the office. A couple of the guys in the workshop also made it in.

He said if it started snowing again he was going to send them home. The flakes started dropping again as we were speaking! Somehow, I don't think I'll be in work today.

The buses are snowed in. The taxi firms are sending all their drivers home. I work eight miles away over a mountain, so I'm certainly not walking. Shit, is this what it feels like to be snowed in?

I'd say we have over four inches now. There was barely a half an inch when Mark left for work three hours ago. And it's still CHUCKING it down. I've said I'll try and find out when they're starting up the buses again, but I'm not hopeful. Walking back up from the bus stop, I watch a guy trying to drive up to my street. It isn't a steep hill, but he was sliding back down every time he tried.

In funnier news, this is Dai the Cat's first snow. He's being very cute!

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My knobhead nephew is in hospital!! Last week he had a cold, this week they're saying if my sister had left it much longer getting into hospital he'd have been in a coma! Some weird kind of chest thing going on -- he's got fluid in his lungs and they've hooked him up to IV antibiotics for teh next couple of days. If that doesn't work they're shipping him out to Cardiff.

He didn't jump. Up there for six hours, and he didn't jump. What IS the point? He's 63 years old, too. You would have thought, you get to that age, you have a little more sense. Well well, never mind.

Poor Gareth is spazzing because a company who should have paid us a month ago, and owe us to the tune of 250K, aren't paying. And won't tell us why. Grrrr.

Also Joan is a pain in my arse.

But on the plus side, the Kink_fest prompts are all up and shiny looking. I have five I want to write(!!), and hope so very very much that someone writes some of mine. Because they're beautiful.

Dear Selfish Fuck,

The next time you feel suicidal, maybe you could do the decent thing and dispose of yourself quickly and quietly in one of teh time-honoured fashions. Slitting your wrists, for example. Or an overdose. Or a good old fashioned hanging. I understand they all work pretty well. In fact, probably a lot better than throwing yourself off a bridge which really isn't very high to begin with.

You will note that these methods all have one thing in common: they do not entail shutting down a city while a jobsworth police constable shouts at you through a loud-speaker to tell you that you have plenty to live for. Which is a lie, incidentally. Because the jobsworth doesn't know you, and doesn't care why you're up there, as long as you don't jump, because that would create an awful lot of paperwork.

You also wouldn't be stranding any poor bastards in their workplaces. Poor bastards who probably have depression themselves, who have had to suffer sexual abuse, and uproot themselves from their lives, and havce really had a truly awful day sorting out other people's shit, and would appreciate NOT having to be STUCK WITH NO FUCKING FOOD!!!!

Just a suggestion. Selfish fuck.

Yours in Ernest,

Me. Sad, lonely little me.

No update yesterday. The HMRC inspectors were in. Fuck a duck, what a day!

The good news:

They only asked to see the petty cash spreadsheet for October just gone, which I did myself and was happy that it could be as good as it could be.

The bad news:

They asked for a shitload of stuff we didn't expect them to want to see. Including credit card statements and receipts. Which I have never touched, and are the remit of Horrible Joan. Joan the Incompetant.

We ask her to produce four months of c/c receipts, and she couldn't do it. Not only could she not do it, but she looked smug while she said she couldn't do it. As though the fact that they're FUCK KNOWS WHERE is our fault. As though she had never seen them in her entire life, and SOMEONE was gonna get it, because it certainly wasn't her fault.

ARGH this woman drives me insane. I had to re-do ALL of her work for the past year and a half in the last two months. The credit card receipts, I couldn't even begin to fathom what system she had been using, if indeed a system existed, so I just put everything I found in one place. This was all we could find of the receipts. The shit that I found that she'd put in the wrong place.

Gareth (bossman) says we're going to have to crack down. We're going to talk about it properly tomorrow, but he says he's happy with the adjustments I've made to the system, but we're going to have to crackdown on it. I told him that it's all very well saying that, but Horrible Joan will not take orders from me, so eitehr he's going to have to make her take instruction from me, or just give her work to me. I don't have time to do her work and mine and the work of the QS assistant who quite, so I may need a monkey as well.

PFFFFFFFFT, not fun. They're coming back in January for another reqciew and to go through extra information. Hopefully we're not too fucked!