Woah - it's a Sports Night fic that actually has a name!

This is another one I wrote some months ago, but have been tinkering with ever since.

It's a Sports Night Dan/Casey story, though there's nothing graphic. I haven't reached the point where I could write anything above a PG... *grin* I guess you could call it a song-fic - it was inspired by a song, and lines get quoted. But there's none of those irritating paragraphs that are basically just verses of the song.

phoebesmum very kindly beta'd this for me, correcting my punctuation and offering alternative phrasing in places where I was struggling. Thank you very much hon!

( Herein lies fic. )

Chaotic week....

Saturday I had to go buy myself a new washing machine as my washer-dryer has finally given up the ghost. I decided to get myself a washing machine and dryer separately, and managed to find a deal for about the same as I would have paid for a bottom-of-the-line combi. The only problem is that my new dryer is one of those ones that needs a vent-pipe stuck out of either the wall or a window - and in order to do that I have to pull the machine out from under the counter and tie it to the handle of the window. It's a lightweight machine, thank goodness, but that's still a pain.

On the upside, when it arrived on monday (at the ungodly hour of 8am, I hasten to point out) I got through about five loads of washing. This is much of the yay.

Sunday was my neice Katie's christening. It went pretty well, all in all. I was unaware up until then that my sister-in-law's Anglican, but thankfully it wasn't a particularly ornate service. I think the last time I was at an Anglican service was when we were visiting my parents friends in North Wales, when I was about thirteen; at the time, Dad's friend was a priest. I also went to the services where he became a Deacon and later a Priest, as well as another of Dad's university friends - in that one I met the previous Archbishop of Canterbury, who was Bishop of Bath and Wells at the time.

Dad complained a little as we left the church that the place had smelt a little too much of insense for his liking. He says that's why he chose Methodism over the Anglican church.

The party afterwards went well, though it was in a tatty old Social Club - I can't stand places like that. Especially when there are people smoking near me. There was also a bingo game going on in the bar downstairs and the numbers were being called over the tanoy - all the way through the building. Very distracting. But at least I got to cuddle my little Katie-Bear for quite a nice little while. Dad didn't get a look-in, as she asked me to pick her back up when I passed her to him for a cuddle *laughs*

The annoying thing about Bank Holiday Mondays is that tuesday always feels wierd. You keep thinking it's monday and it takes a few days to get your head around it.

Today my sister and her husband called round for the first time since I moved in almost a year ago; we've swapped fridges and freezers as the kitchen in their new place doesn't allow for an upright fridge-freezer, and I had two separates. My last place had the same problem, so I was forced to buy ones that would fit under the counters. I am mourning the loss of my applicances though - my grandparents gave me the money for them and they're only three years old. The new fridge-freezer's quite old, and several of the drawers are missing, but at least it's a small fridge with a big freezer. My own freezer was always overflowing, where my fridge was so bare it looked worse than a students! *laughs*

I'm absolutely dreading friday as my annual appraisal is due. I always dread them, but this year more than ever. I've been know to cry during the monthly one-to-one's in the past, so god help me...