December 4th, 2003
|07:11 pm - At the Braxiatel Collection|
It's... well, it's horribly boring really. All old books and old relics and old men cataloguing them. I've found some interesting ancient texts on alcohol production and one which has a bunch of interesting exercise routines in it, so I'm busy
photocopyingreading them and making notes.
Mental note: next time don't ask the Doctor to take me to a museumy place...
... I shouldn't have opened my mouth! A horde of winged monsters just flew out of the manuscript that man over there was reading! I better go find the Doctor...
Current Mood: alarmed
Are you sure you haven't done too much alcohol research and those aren't pink elephants?
Rabbits! That's the last time I'll ever try to read something...educational...
Better take care of that, Mel
|Date:||December 6th, 2003 05:35 am (UTC)|| |
Thankfully the Doctor realised that they were allergic to people playing the spoons. That was a bit of luck!
As soon as he started playing, off they went.
And off you went too, eh?
Mel dear... Benny told me Brax has a lovely full out fitness center, complete with terribly buff fitness instructors. (which in Benny speak is drop dead gorgeous males!) She gave me a map.. *fishes in her handbag* Here it is! *hands it over*
|Date:||December 6th, 2003 05:37 am (UTC)|| |
Ooo, thanks Evelyn! I'll go pay it a visit. It'll keep me occupied while the Doctor reads up on whatever he's reading up on!
That was an incredibly enjoyably trip. I didn't realise you found it dull.