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Stephen called Alan 'boy' and 'young Davies' very much. And did an odd tongue movement once when Alan got a question right, in conjunction with boy/young Davies. Also young Davies is 'on fire'. I like this very much.

Also, Alan is obsessed with penises (penii?) and 'cock'. Stephen pretends this is all very immature and random, but inside he gloats. Oh yes.

'The amount of sex doesn't necessarily reflect on how many babies you have' - blatanly Stephen trying to help Alan understand why mpreg sadly just does not work in the real world, which makes Alan confused and sad!

Alan mentioned himself going diving, and being in a photoshoot with a tiger - blatantly trying to woo/excite Stephen onscreen (the only time they properly exist!) with various interesting visual images of himself. Yes.

And also: custard that does not exist! [Exaggerated French accent] 'I am sorry sir, you have placed me in an existential quandary'! Am love on Bill Bailey! :D

But I know no-one will care about this because you have all seen it last week and are blinded by the light of HIGNFY!

Anyway. Once again, I am home. I am on the internet. On my own laptop. I am close to weeping with joy. The screen makes everything huge and clear and beautiful, and I have a HUGE list of icons on my icon drop-down menu, rather than 3. And when I want to save a website I CAN JUST ADD IT TO FAVOURITES RATHER THAN SCRIBBLING DOWN THE ADDRESS ON A RANDOM SCRAP OF PAPER THEN LOSE IT! And when I want to hunt for icons I CAN JUST COPY AND PASTE THEM TO 'MY PICTURES' RATHER THAN FIDDLING ABOUT WITH FLOPPY DISKS! I may never go home. Never ever.

Incidentally, I found people who were making Barty Crouch Jr icons on

hp_icons. See the dapper beauty of him! ::admires::

Of course, to get the laptop home I had to take it with me on a bus and a coach and a bus, along with my bag of clothes and toiletries and such. And I had to store it in an overhead compartment on the coach because I did not get a seat to myself, and it did not entirely fit, and I had to check it every five minutes to make sure it did not fall out on my head. And I honestly don't know what I worried more about, getting brain damage or the laptop getting broken. And I don't know whether that is deeply sad or deeply amusing.

I met up with mum and we went shopping, and I discovered Cadbury's Creme Egg ice-creams, which I bought omg. Yet another reason why Home house wins over Uni house. Then we went around to see my sister and my nephew, and not to go all babified or anything but MY NEPHEW IS SO AMAZING! He can crawl like greased lighting, or can pull himself up using sofas/tables/shelves and walk over to you! He waves when you wave! He says 'bababa' when you say 'bababa' and reaches for your nose when you touch your nose and say 'nose'! He is a mere ten-and-a-half months and he can crawl then sit then stand up then sit down then stand up and again with the greatest of ease! He keeps trying to climb up and climb into the telly, and he is GREAT and I MAKE HIM MY HEIR!!! ::dies with love::

Sister was annoying and time- and money-grabbing as usual, but coping, apparently. Particularly when she has mum at her beck and call. I love her still though, of course. She wanted us to stay all night (in an actual, literal 'asking us to stay all night' sort of a way, and more to help her with Jack/cleaning than for the pleasure of my company I think) but we declined and fled for M&S dinner and various tellerific delights. I have her huge huge room and double bed. All is well.

I CAN MAKE AN ACTUAL POST FOR EXTENDED AMOUNTS OF TIME ON MY OWN LAPTOP!

Probably there will be lots of these over the weekend.

This is going to do absolutely nothing for my work ethic.