...shite.

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Shite. Just got a call from mum - one of my uncles has been diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus, plus tumours behind the eyes so he can't see too well either now. Prognosis and survival rate is apparently not too wonderful, and he'd been looking forward to early retirement just before this.

Kind of mostly worried about my cousins, since their mum only just finished cancer treatment (for the second time) a couple of years back. Gah.

...This post was originally going to about torchwood bunnies and adoration of Ugly Betty and the assistants cabal, with added Marc being Justin's fabulous gay fashion-obsessed mentor. Rome love continues apace.

Oh well. Let it also be known that I have inflicted megolas with Torchwood/Planetary crossover bunnies in relation to something I said about the episode style fic. And now I want a conversation between Jenny Sparks and Jack Harkness. (century babies need love)

Scaring people at work with coughing and wheezing. Oh, go *away*, it's just noise and all it means is that I'm not in spanking perfect health. You haven't said anything about the sneezing of the past week.

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*Hugs*

I'm glad you've got various things that are shiny, pretty and/or violent to distract you.