I’ve decided it’s time for me to slither out of lurkerdem in hope that it might set off a reaction which results in Jack slithering out eel like from her self imposed twitter exile.
I’ve been lurking for months now, catching up through the night whilst feeding my baby (not slops). Her sleeping longer through the nights sadly coincided with the most recent chaoi and I got to the point that the impossible mission to grunk up made me feel like I might quite possibly STOP BREATHING but I’m back on track.
What prompted me to post however was my first Jack adjacent nightmare. I dreamt that I had a display fridge which I was using exclusively to show off my Jack-inspired goods such as a Scotch egg and a half a bottle of tonic water with burnt pieces of Pardon pepper ‘infusing’ within it (something that I would trademark to prevent Jack from using in her next book if it were not for the fact that tonic probably triggers her in much the same way mince pies do and moreover it’s unlikely there will be a next book).
Now duck off.