Real: Miss Marple: Fanfic: The Heir to the Estate
Jun. 18th, 2026 04:54 pmFandom: Miss Marple
Rating: G
Length: 850 words
Summary: Miss Marple wonders whether Margaret Townsend's young man is the real heir to the Compton Howe estate.
"Grace," Alex says warmly, standing as she reaches them. "This is my brother, Daniel."
(aka, Five times Grace and Daniel meet for the first time.)

Title: Alone
Fandom: Due South
Rating: G
Length: 300
Author notes: Written for Challenge 518 – Real
Summary: Things are different now.
( Read Alone... )

So. Last week I wound up taking a ( minor head injury )
; I am fine, and while my glasses got knocked off my face they, too, seemed fine. So I shrugged and carried on! and wound up with nary a bruise.... and then this morning I picked my glasses up from my bedside table and the relevant arm detached from the body of the frame in such a fashion that I had to get A to come and rescue me by using Eyes to Find Things.
Today has thus involved a whole lot of wearing sunglasses; a visit to Specsavers, who took one look at it and said "you need to buy a whole new pair of frames :)"; some fucking about with electrical tape (unsatisfactory); some fucking about with trying to move an arm from my previous pair of spectacles (prescription NOT compatible with the current state of my eyes) to the newer pair (only to discover the hinges were extremely not compatible); and, finally, remembering I'd brought a pile of unclaimed glasses home from the field to donate/recycle. The first pair I selected were no good (hinge anatomy incompatible); the SECOND pair look silly but! I am comfortably! wearing! my untinted lenses!!! so that will do for at least as long as it takes Specsavers to respond to my grumpy e-mail, following which I shall angrily buy replacements from people who are not them, maybe.
(It has also involved A Trip To The Gym, where I went waaaaay down in weight after a week of pushing my body very hard in a field... sufficient to massively cut my between-set rests, which is extremely welcome! Legs much tireder than arms, unsurprisingly; feels like I'm probably gonna be sore tomorrow, second protein shake notwithstanding; really looking forward to next squat session, and mildly impatient that I gotta get through next deadlift day first...)

Reading. Tiiiny bit more of Much Ado About Mothing.
Listening. More Hidden Almanac on the way to the field! Mord and Drom are On A Road Trip...
Cooking. First batch of experimental copycat Dr Karg's protein thins: didn't roll out thin enough, possibly wanna experiment with bumping the vital wheat gluten down, and also I think the (majority of the) chopped pumpkin seeds probably want to go on in some kind of final rolling step. Hurrah for progress!
Eating. The crêpe place on the field had STRAWBERRIES i could get them to add STRAWBERRIES to my lemon-and-sugar crêpe!!!
Breakfast mush worked... acceptably with the little pots of instant porridge from Crew Welfare, though I definitely preferred starting with plain and adding things to starting with even the dried-strawb-and-rasp option.
I remembered I could ask the pizza place to put pineapple on my veg pizza.
Observing. BATS on site!!!