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Well…as grandpa always said, the proof is in the pudding, or something that looks like pudding…

Ade has just been set up..

A call for calm hearts and clear minds….

So, the race is on to meet Darren before the crusaders and dogs catch up. We need a map showing progress of the hunted and hunters…

I'm impressed the twins want to do their own laundry, good on them! And I would love a day or two on the Adelaide!

Many enjoyable stories here

The finest Arabian goats mind you!

And shoveled snow barefoot with a KFC spork

Depends on what faith one proscribes to, and listening to the haranguing that all other faiths are false. And to think…they are all sons/children of Abraham….

This slow dance is a delight to behold…there is much quietly said in the following….an unspoken acceptance indicated… Yes, well, I must credit Oliver with that. He has become quite fixated on lemons. He asks for little, so when he spoke to me at length of how refined and fastidious they are, how fashionable and versatile, and such handsome trees besides which would look well in the front garden, I indulged him.” ************ “Yes. It is merely a cake.” For reasons unknown to me, this amused him. I wished to ask why but would not gratify his mischief by doing so. Instead I reached for his empty plate and the knife. He watched, drawn back to the moment. I cut another slice and returned the plate to him without a word. He struck me as looking quite starved. “Indulge.”

My goodness, my psychotic , power of prediction was spot on…I’m off to buy a lottery ticket and a scratch card… I have to think once exams are over, Harry will find himself at the sheep farm… And once the dust settles, I imagine that a serious, intensive discussion will need to take place as to the future of the farm. If it is to sell, one hopes Aled shares in the result of the sale. I can’t see how the two brothers can keep the farm going, it will be months, if not years before Iwan can work the farm. it would be a real kick in the pants if Harry and Aled were no longer a couple…a throuple possibly…

It must have been difficult during that time knowing that there were so many eyes out there looking for trouble, and from both sides of this conflict… Ximo was certainly fast on his feet, but worried that gossip may follow…

Welcome back and look forward to reading the rest of the story!

I was thinking that our princess is either under a spell, or taking a sabbatical….

I don’t trust the young man they met in the bar…seems suspiciously convenient….that and he spit on the plate, eeewwww… Sam does have another path to follow if he so wishes…or take a better look at Isaac…. My great-uncle has renounced the throne after ten years of unsuccessful bridal search. Since his brother, my grandfather, was already married and father, he got around this nice adventure," Sam said with a sigh.

Can’t wait to learn the cat’s story…

Had to go with angry, the image of the boy running from the barn, truly brought this prologue to life.

Loved this…

Oh my…looks like a bumpy ride…

Good on you Josh!

Risky business and they were lucky this time…

Johnny has found the zen of acting, much like surfing. Let’s see how much he grows as an actor!

Like a moth to a flame, one needs to remember that slow and steady wins the race….

Here’s hoping that Erik can figure out how to hide their tracks. If the crusaders have a brain amongst them, he may point out to find the nearest watering hole… While the Bedouin are scattered, they aren’t helpless, and perhaps they start a campaign of attrition… I can’t imagine they won’t defend themselves… Séb slid one hand from Erik’s shoulder up to his neck, his thumb resting over the rapid, frantic pulse at the base of Erik’s throat. "Feel that," Séb whispered. "You are alive. You are here. You are Erik. And you are with me. The past is ash, let it blow away. We only need tomorrow It’s gonna be a hot time under the dung blanket, anyone want to lay odds as to who bleats first?