Here I go. Another 4-8 weeks and I'll do you the Ianto Jones (we already share a birth month) - but without the bad poetry, haven't written any bad poetry (save for Ianto!poetry for fanfic) in months.
Guess who gave the kitchen a sweep yesterday? Ah, you remember, don't you?
And tomorrow is big cleaning, too.
Today I was ironing (does Ianto iron? I bet he does, his father's a tailor) and guess what was on, after "Christmas Invasion" on Tuesday and "Runaway Bride" yesterday? Riiiiight!
"Voyage of the Damned"! I can't help but love it.
Guess what Jayne said? A friend of hers works on DW as a make-up artist. (For concerns regarding everyone's mental health I will leave out the part of her mentioning that maybe we could meet said friend for lunch or something.)

And guess what Nick said this morning? (For you TW freaks out there, remember a night at a cliff sometime?)
He said (again) that Torchwood's been shooting in Penarth quite often and that they once had a Second Assistant Director on one of the eps (they have an agency for behind the camera people). So they went and watched a bit and (here we go, brace yourself), "We met John Barrowman then. And his dogs, you know, in his trailer."
All this was interrupted by spoons full of porridge in Duke's mouth, but still. I didn't breathe while he was talking.

Also, Nick's wisdom of the week was, "You don't have to be mad to live in this house, but it does help."