#lesprivstarter

[thecalliaarcher]

So dreadful when there's nothing to do..

[master-dupont]

This rain is simply dreadful.

[fiafitzpatrick]

And there go two shillin's down the swanie, just my luck.

[thecalliaarcher]

[fiafitzpatrick]

There's not much to do durin' the eve, granted being gur is a craic in comparison to heavin' a cart down the street.

[thecalliaarcher]

I wonder if I should throw one last gathering before Kenneth's return. 

[lucy-west]

I'm in the mood for tea and crumpets.

[julianmillard-blog]

The day was frigid, seasonable for the most part, if not slightly colder than one would expected. Julian was cold in his underdress, though his work clothing certainly had enough layers-still he vied for the warmth that he knew would be found inside the Hollis estate. 'Stop'  His subconscious voice berated him, and Julian knew he ought to listen to it as he strung up two bales of hay, his muscles writhing avidly as he tugged against the string. Running his free hand through his curls, Julian surveyed the final square bustle before hefting it into a pile with the others. "There. Complete at last." Reaching out with his long digits, he stroked the ebony mane of the long mare. The sound of fidgeting prompted his light eyes to the newcomer, and he immediately turned his back away in precaution, his stance becoming acceptable for company.