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Seldom do I enter my daughter´s sanctum, because it´s like an adventure trip: you´ll never know what is beneath your feet when you try to cross the room. My daughter is a slob since birth, the exact opposite to her brother, whose room is  cleaned daily. By himself!!! But yesterday I had a mission to do: to remind her of doing her maths exercises. So I let myself in and what did I find? My daughter writing on her laptop. Writing fanfiction, so she explained to me. While writing fanfiction might be of use for exercising proper language, it certainly does not help when you lag behind at maths.I had a fit, a fit that could have been easily avoided had I knocked, or better, stayed in my rooms.  Knocking  would have left her enough time to turn off her lappie. Staying in my room would have given her the opportunity to continue writing without maternal intervention. No chance, because she was caught in the act. So a severe reprimand for my daughter and elevated blood pressure for me! Huzzah! That´s what you get if you are a teenager´s mom  on an educational campaign which will never come to fruition. Next I decided to cool down by reading some fanfiction, because writing is not an option for me these days. After some very impressive educational pieces out of the Silmarillion department I needed something ...hotter. I found an older fanwork with three!!! of my favourite characters. Oh my! I had a field day exploiting their threesome for a little while and marked it for saving, because duty called once again, only to detect that the journal where the fic was stored had been deleted during that very night, and the fic is nowhere available now. Next fit was on the agenda. I am mad at myself at this moment for having been too lazy to copy it into my folder for further reading. Of course, it was sheer luck that I ended up on said site, if I had not, I would not even have a reason to be annoyed. What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over. But cruel fate led me to this little gem of juicy love story, fed me a tiny piece of it and left me longing for more. If I´d only be able to read to the end of the story! But of course business went before pleasure, only that the pleasure was a short lived one. One without happy ending. Bohoo! And Wayback Machine is as futile as always, or am I only too dumb to use it correctly?