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I sometimes imagine the episodes soaps would have focusing on the dead characters wandering round as ghosts. Tonight on Eastenders Stacey was wishing Bradley was still alive, and the thought of him laying down in the bed beside her as she slept was kind of heartbreaking, and looking in on her new baby daughter and smiling. And Danielle coming back to be with Ronnie, since they couldn't be together much in life.

I have been planning the Coronation Street halloween episode they will surely do at some point for A WHILE. With Tony Gordon hanging around in Maria's house, making sure to stay out of sight, and watching her and thinking about the life he could have had with her if he hadn't been caught out (I love that in a roundabout way, she was the one who caught him, I love it), or if he hadn't killed Liam and Liam had left her and they'd gotten together anyway. Liam could come back and be with Carla for a bit, since again, they didn't get much chance to do that in life. He might have to fight his brother for the right though, but maybe his brother will be a big enough man to step aside. And Richard Hillman could still be haunting the Platt household, because he wanted to be a husband to Gail and a father to David, Sarah and Nick, and that hasn't changed just because he's dead. And oh.

Mostly the Emmerdale episodes consists of Matthew coming back to sort of comfort and sort of taunt Carl, and to have a look at his new niece, and Tom King maybe to see his sons, and maybe just to wander around Home Farm and think about how it all went wrong. And now, it involved Mark Wylde coming back to stroke Maisie's hair while she sleeps, mostly, and look in on Will, and then look in on Nathan and just sort of worry about what's happening to him now. And maybe to look in on Natasha and think 'Fair enough, I was a jerk to you and you killed me. What are you going to do now, Natasha??'.

Livejournal has been a bit quiet for the last few days. On my end it's mostly because I've been trying to finally tidy up my bedroom, a mere 3 and a half or 4 months since I moved all my stuff from Nottingham to my parents'. My dad has said he wants it doing this week, which is fair enough really. My mum is helping me out, and it is a bit embarassing that I need my mum's help to tidy my room, but it's much appreciated. And it is more like moving in to my room, really. But anyway, we spent a lot of yesterday going through my old documents and letters so I could put the important stuff in a drawer, and I ended up shredding a bunch of bills from like, my old flat, and mobile phone bills from 2008. YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THE COMPANY MIGHT CALL UP AND BE ALL, HEY, YOU OWED US £3000 LAST MAY AND YOU NEVER PAID IT, PAY UP NOW, AND YOU WILL NEED PROOF THAT IT WASN'T ON YOUR BILL. PROOF. But anyway, it's coming along, and I actually have some surfaces now to put ornaments on. I fear the time is coming when I will have to decide which ornaments I want out and have room for though, and which need to go into the loft. Or rather, into the cupboards above my wardrobe, where I will be able to reach them a bit more easily. Mwuhaha.

I spent today, when I was doing anything productive, going through a whole stack of pictures and cuttings I've had in a drawer since before I moved out in 2006. It was weird, introspective and retrospective at the same time. You can tell QUITE CLEARLY which pairings I liked from the sheer number of (often IDENTICAL) pictures I have of them. White Witch/Edmund pretty obviously rocked my world. But it's nice to see that I had a lot of pictures of ladies, too, I got the idea somehow that in my early years I mostly or only liked male actors and characters, and it was through fandom and people I met here that I got to properly like female actors and characters. It definitely helped I think, but no, I have always liked women apparently. And I found some old cuttings from J17, back when it was brilliant and I loved it. I found one of the first pictures that made me think I might actually be gay or bisexual, I think (Renee Zellweger in the bath). And I found the tag from maybe my favourite bag ever, which I got from an art gallery, and it turns out the company that made it is still running, so there's a chance, just a chance, that if it breaks or wears out, that I can go back to them and be all 'Can you make me a new one please?'. It was a bit weird, but it was pretty good.

However, I also appear to have lost a few things. There are like, 6 or 7 collections of Fables that I just cannot find. I'm pretty sure I bought them. I can't remember giving them away or selling them or anything. I even looked in the drawer under my bed where I often forget I have a bunch of old books, and lo, I managed to find one of my old Sandman books that I actually would LIKE to get rid of, and no, I cannot find them, or think where they might. I CANNOT THINK OF ANYWHERE I MIGHT HAVE LOST OR MISPLACED 6 OR 7 BIG GRAPHIC NOVELS IN MY ROOM, OR WHERE I MIGHT HAVE PUT THEM OUTSIDE OF MY ROOM. WHERE COULD THEY BE? Also, I can't find The Chesnut Soldier, which is a book I lent to alicamel last year, and she definitely gave me it back and I knew I hadn't put it back with the other books in that trilogy, but I cannot find it now or think where it might be. Also I can't find an ENTIRE POST on a friend of mine's Livejournal, and she doesn't have many entries on her journal and I cannot find it, but I am sure it was her who posted it, I'm sure it was, but I can't see it anywhere. This has been a very good day for finding things, but a bit of a strange few days for losing things. Hmm.