For the Love of Bradley & Benedict

Well, not all Mondays. The Mondays when I'm not at work and can sleep in till 8am and watch movies and cuddle the cats are lovely.

This Monday, however, was not one of those. It was so far from being one of those that it may as well have been on a different planet.

The fire alarm started beeping randomly at 2 am this morning. Not going off properly, you understand, just beeping, occasionally, every time I'd almost dropped off to sleep.

So I gave in and got out of bed, tripped over Ceefer - who thinks I live to provide a pair of legs for him to rub up against - and tried to find the steps so I could get up to alarm to see what was wrong. One seriously bruised arm, two broken nails and a new battery later and I'd succeeded in stopping it.

Except it was now 3.30 am so I only had another hour before I needed to get up.

On the plus side, the ironing I didn't get round to at the weekend was done before I left for work.

Ah work, how joyfully I greeted you. Shame you didn't return the favour. No, you presented me with a server failure, two idiots who couldn't find their arses with both hands and a broken coffee machine.

I really didn't think it could get any worse.

Then the ex rang. Did I happen to have a couple of quid to spare?

On the basis that less is more and that discretion is the better part of valour I simply hung up and then blocked his number. Besides, there were impressionable people around me and they didn't deserve to hear the vicious, swearword laden tirade that would have spilled from my mouth had I opened it.

And to top it all I've spent the past two hours working on the Brolin fic to realise it has taken on a life of its own. It's in a worse shape than it was yesterday. Now I've got a random newspaper article about Colin, a scene with them ripping each other's tuxes off and a scene that made me cry writing it, none of which fit into the original plot at all.

Why? For the love of all things Merthur, why? I think someone, somewhere, is having a good laugh at me. Definitely at, not with. I mean, look at my face, do I look like I'm laughing?

But then I look at the beautiful gif I found on Tumblr (created by Shut up Merlin - I hope she doesn't mind me using it) and suddenly I'm smiling just a little.

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