Chapter two of Nanowrimo

In which Robin is delivered of a message.

Btw. I *will* use Robert and Robin interchangeably in this chapter, as though he thinks of himself as Robin, everyone from his old life thinks of him as Robert. And there is no such thing as a fixed pov in this.

About a thousand words behind schedule (5748, day four should be 6667) - kept getting distracted by other things, grr, like...er... a website like unto wikipedia which had loads of info on all members of the British Monarchy, interlinked with info on wives, hangers on, advisors, distant family members.... when I'd only gone there for the dates of King Richard and John's respective reigns so I could figure out one fricking paragrpah's reference point. Curse you, mingmerciless, I have no resistance to useless info.

Bonfire Night

Sitting at computer, being quietly amused. The soundtrack of the night are distant booms and thuds and pops, with screaming whistles. Right now it's one every couple of seconds. The whole night smells of gunpowder and you should be so lucky if you see the stars. Comforting, really. There's some as don't like it, but it's one night that we celebrate nothing but our love for fire and blowing things up. And dad has declared this a sausages dinner tonight.

Nanowrimo is crawling. But I recommend all Good Omens fans to go read copperbadge's latest. I am not responsible for people's brains inability to work properly afterwards.