Sasha Distan

thank you Gary!they are all benefiting nicely right now... does that mean it's time for me to make someone cry?

the evolution of an empath is always pretty fascinating!

the evolution of an empath is always pretty fascinating!

Aki still isn't used to having regular parent moments, let alone the one that leave even regular parents quaking in their boots!

haha! all the telephone lines are provided by BT, they have a monopoly, and it was the line we were waiting for.

Happy Birthday Thorn!!!

...and then I ran out of likes! Thank you all so much! I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends, fans, and family. Many thousand kisses xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo I spent my birthday not sleeping (at that point there were no curtains hanging up in our bedroom and I cannot sleep without blackout curtains), arranging all our books (apart from Cris's very technical programming manuals), and then being cold (because apparently we moved house and spring bypassed summer and went right to November weather). For other good news, y'all can go check my blog in about half an hour once I post a general update. Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes xxx

So I've not been about. This is not my fault. 1) our internet got cut off 5 days before we moved 2) we moved house 3) school blocked GA from all school computers 4) despite having moved in on the 2nd May, our internet didn't get connected until TODAY! Normal people are irrational and grumpy without the web, so can you imagine what my life has been like living with a first-class grade-a bona-fide geek-nerd and programmer without internet? He's been in hell. Oh goody. The house is bliss, and very nearly perfect. I've painted the front door John Deere green, then we had 2 solid days without water when the water main under the A22 snapped, flooded the road and left 10,00 homes without any running water (makes a mockery of finally owning more than one toilet when you can't use any of them), I bought a chicken coop, which I need to convert before the chickens arrive this weekend. I'm not even close to being fully set up in the kitchen yet! And then there's Dashi. Follow me if you will. My riding buddy Clare has a son called Dylan. Dylan's best friend Charlie (always known as Weller) has a beautiful long haired lurcher called Kelly. Kelly is his gun and running dog, which for the uninitiated does not mean she goes running with him. Kelly hunts for him, because a lurcher is fast enough to catch a rabbit which hasn't been shot. In Ireland they use Greyhounds and lurchers in hare coursing, a sport in which the hare is now given a head start because otherwise the dogs win too often. Kelly is a good hunter, and Weller eats a lot of rabbit (he's also a cracking good shot - through the eye socket with an air rifle and practices on 5p pieces at 200 yards). A lurcher is not a specific breed, but a mix of sighthounds and other working dogs. Kelly has greyhound, whippet, and Beddlington terrier in her background, which makes for wonderful robust health and very fast dogs. And Kelly had puppies. The sire is a lovely boy, also fawn coloured, with collie, greyhound and other stuff in his genetic make up, and I have also met the grandsire and the bitch's sister, who are all owned by Weller's family and his parents-in-law. The puppies are 4 weeks old today, and as of last friday, one of them is mine. Obviously Dashi isn't home with us yet, because he's only little, and unlike his brother's and sister, he is black, tan and white, with orange eyebrow spots and little white paws. I love him into tiny pieces already. I've waited so long for my pup; he's going to be perfect. and yes, I'm going to train him to do what his mother does so well, and be a loving, loyal family pet who kills rabbits for us to eat. Pictures of little Dashi are on my twitter @sashadistan because GA and image hosting no longer seems to be such a useful thing.

“So the new body of work will be ready on Monday.” “I want exclusive previews before the show opens,” the client flicked open and checked his phone, “Sunday night. You’ll be there right?” “Of course,” Ishca gave the man his best winning smile. “We’ll expect your car.” “Always a pleasure.” Ishca watched the man in the slick suit leave, and as the town car pulled away, turned around to see the gathered artists lingering in the doorway behind him in a variety of paint, clay, and oil spattered c

you gotta have a good cop and a bad cop!

is that praise or a new title? ;p I think you are right, but that's a lot of progress for a 14 year old boy to have to make... I'm not sure he's gonna get there in time.

me too.in all honesty though, the teenagers I have met who have been forced - either through illness, moving, family problems - not to attend school, are absolutely chomping at the bit to get back. Sure they have mopey days like all teenagers, but because they know how dull life can be without it, they really value education. and Hel needs company, humans are pack animals even more than wolves!

actually based off a student I had at my first school. I discovered AFTER parents evening it was pronounced "Ni-house" but it sure wasn't spelt like that!

he's a teenager - embarrassing himself is part of the deal, isn't it? Hel is a special creature, but you're right, and James loves Peter like people often do in (my) stories, with every single piece of his heart.

thanks dugh. the boy needs some love and adoration in his life, and there is nothing for a shifter (and Hel is sort-of a shifter) like the company of someone else with fur.

"Summer Camp" is set in the same universe and also features a bear, plus it's a bit longer and should keep you busy for a while.Thanks very much, so glad you liked it.

“Are you sure this is a smart idea?” Peter squeezed his lover’s hand tightly, and scanned the arrivals board for the right train. “It’s been four weeks, what if being with us makes him uncomfortable?” “More uncomfortable than living with Joakim and that pretty empath he’s fallen head-over-heels for?” James grinned. “You worry too much babe.” “One of us has to.” “That’s why I leave it to you.” James grinned and without warning scooped up his partner bodily, and left no alternative for Peter th

sure, I'll pay for her to get married - in a rented dress, at the registry office for the standard £80 fee. Sorted. The music is free and the flowers come from the garden. Only an idiot (regardless of weight, welfare status or personal wealth) would spend more money on a wedding than it costs to buy a brand new top-line family saloon car. It's a day (the best day *wistful sigh*), but it's not the rest of your life.

Hel did change his name, but we don't know what it was before. In his memories of before, he's still always "Hel".A growing boy needs a big lunch!

I should have known better. Really, I should of, but I didn't. I had faith that everything would be A-OK. We found a house, we put reservation money on it, we could afford it, we got the mortgage, we chose our options, they built my house (and my kitchen) just the way I wanted it. And then the fuck-up happened. Here I am, sitting in a land of boxes, with two plates and one saucepan in my stripped out kitchen, and instead of surviving like this for another day, we have to manage for another eight. Eight days. Fuck. I rang the solicitors Monday and prepped them for an early move in date, the 25th. The BCR (build complete record, something all new build houses in this country have to have before the bank deems them worthy of the agreed mortgage) was signed off ans sent Tuesday. I got a call Tuesday at the farm from the solicitors to confirm we wanted to complete on Friday. So far, so good, right? Wrong. Confirmation email today: completion date 1st May. NEXT Friday. We can't move into the house, because it's not legally ours. It does turn out that you can re-sort your entire move and all your friends in an hour and a half, but I did a lot of grovelling on the phone in that time. Damn I'm lucky to have some good friends.

I can't even fit the whole thing on one screen! so huge! ...and unlike it real life - I am vertical

aww, thanks Gary.all you have said is true, and it's nice to see Hel picking himself back up and getting back to 'normal' again. I just hope Hel's feelings for James transfer harmlessly, and without anyone else getting hurt.

Well let's hope it goes that way for him, a nice safe place to try out those feelings until someone sweet comes along. and James isn't a complete bastard, even though Aki would sometimes describe him as "one-hundred percent, a dick".

James is about as subtle as a hammer, that's true, but he'll have sympathy for the boy - after all, he knows what it's like to find EVERYTHING about your body changing without you. Hel needs to hold onto that thing which makes him special, it's one of the few he can actually talk about.

thanks dugh - me too!Will Hel learn from his past experiences? Ohh, well that will just have to wait and see. Teenagers can be stubborn.