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houseofcards_rp2013-04-28 08:29 pm
diemwnt) wrote in houseofcards_rp2013-04-28 08:29 pm
[ota] and no rivers and no lakes
Cadogan loves working. He really, genuinely does. Something to do, something to struggle against, something to give him viable purpose in the world, in society, in the structure he needs to keep himself sharp and focused and reasonably well-maintained.
But people keep telling him to take breaks. People keep asking him to delegate, to free up some time, to go outside for longer than it takes to run from point A to point B. It comes to a head at his mother's kitchen table on a Saturday night, when his full name is whipped in a stream of rapid, angry Welsh because no son of Roisin Fiona Thomas is going to be working like that on the Lord's day, God help her.
So Sunday... is a day off. There aren't any projects that can't actually wait until Monday, nothing currently on tap that requires his attention and not the attention of a Nine or Ten for the next 24 hours. It means actually making it properly to church.
And, to avoid the tempting siren call of files he knows Thyme is sleeping on in his room, it involves setting himself up on a corner of the Green to take advantage of the warm weather. It'll be 'try to convince Adrien to play rugby' season before they know it, after all.
Time to see what these fancy smoke-free lungs can do.
But people keep telling him to take breaks. People keep asking him to delegate, to free up some time, to go outside for longer than it takes to run from point A to point B. It comes to a head at his mother's kitchen table on a Saturday night, when his full name is whipped in a stream of rapid, angry Welsh because no son of Roisin Fiona Thomas is going to be working like that on the Lord's day, God help her.
So Sunday... is a day off. There aren't any projects that can't actually wait until Monday, nothing currently on tap that requires his attention and not the attention of a Nine or Ten for the next 24 hours. It means actually making it properly to church.
And, to avoid the tempting siren call of files he knows Thyme is sleeping on in his room, it involves setting himself up on a corner of the Green to take advantage of the warm weather. It'll be 'try to convince Adrien to play rugby' season before they know it, after all.
Time to see what these fancy smoke-free lungs can do.