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The Snucius are aptly named.

They love each other madly. They sleep together, tangled up in each other. I mean, if I were watching the REAL Lucius Malfoy stick his tongue in the real Severus Snape's ear, I might be mildly turned on.... As it is... Not so much.

And they like torturing small things. Or in today's case, not so small. So far I've had a rat, a large bird which looked suspiciously like half a chicken, (thank god no rare birds as yet) and a frog and worms but today took the biscuit. A rabbit. Almost as big as them, too. And recently deceased. Luckily (although not for it) it was a wild rabbit, and not a black and white fluffy loved pet with lop ears and "Mr Fluffy" engraved on a rabbit bowl somewhere.

I dread them ever finding out that people keep them in hutches. "Oh look! A larder!"

I despair!

Junction X trundles on...

Not many trains yet, you'll be pleased to hear.

My poor Tagonist (I can't really call him a PROtagonist) is so far up De Nile he's likely to find Stanley and Livingstone any time soon.

What I really NEED to be doing is rewriting Transgressions. As I'm constantly telling my fellow writerly type mates, a book won't sell while it's sitting in a drawer... What I need is another me. Or two extra arms, and three more days in weekend.

Have a snip, because I never give you snips.

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And can you say cock in Swedish? Standish hits Scandanavia!!