Nelson Mandela has died at the age of 95.
Without being political, he was probably one of the greatest humanitarians the world was ever known, even though he was so mistreated by people. The world mourns a truly great man.
But ma! they are all already on leashes... and in the traces running the trails. OK, so i have 28 people and 11 huskies out of control. it's not my fault.
... you can help tidy up right?
oh god. my story (which i've not even started yet) has evolved all by itself into a fully fledged novel. dammit. so this might have to be prologue type chapter. grrr.
good for you and you're awesome dream.
The other night i woke up from one where i was running in the traces and my first thought was "But i'm a wolf, not a damn husky." i try not o think too much about what they mean...
“You want to get up early to go fishing?” Troy looked at his mate in bemusement with one eyebrow arched. It was Sunday morning and they had spent most of the previous day in bed. The lynx purred and stretched in Paddy’s arms, pushing the quilt down around their hips. “You don’t want to stay in bed with me?”
“Aww pet.” Paddy wrapped his arms around the boy lying on his chest and nuzzled his hair. “Of course I want tae stay in bed wi’ ye.” He broke his sentence by kissing Troy for a little bit, s
Why would getting before hubby be a good thing?
(btw, i already get up well before hubby and leave him sleeping in the lovely duvet. lucky little fucker)
i am basing their knowledge largely of what i learnt at A level (senior high school is equivalent to second year of a levels), and while Hennry 8th was certainly not protestant, without him and the argument over transmutation (this is my body, this is my blood, do this in remembrance of me) there would be no protestant church. we'd all be catholic.