bogwitch

Soon my entire world will taste of Doc Marten (or something).

Yaaaaaay! You should write another sentence. Right now.

I'm looking forward to the leathery biscuits then.

Steady on, now.

As well you should! (When are you expecting these, BTW, she says, getting her planning hat on. I suppose it is December soon...)

... Said Spike, not quite sure he wanted to die.

I don't know, whenever.

He's toast. Literally.

Fair enough. Maybe I'll sort it out next week when I have the first free weekend in ever...

I can't see Buffy standing for that. At least not without a butter knife.

Perhaps I'd better give you my work address, then I can have them sent to my desk to make everyone jealous.

She's a bit busy being hollowed out at the moment.

Ooh - you could email it (I'm terrified I'm going to lose your comment anyway). Of course that would mean I would have to make the parcel loud enough to be enviable. Hmm...

I feel like there's some sort of sandwich theme going on here.

I'm sure you'd be up for that challenge! Tbh, they just get jealous when I get a parcel for any sort.

Probably.

Well, the first part of the plan involves tracking down a sensibly-sized cardboard box... I fear it may be the trickiest part!

A fiendishly tricky dilemma!

We shall see how it pans out!