Nephylim

what a bitter sweet blog. It ended on an up note though and I'm glad you have Alex to remind you that life goes on and no one really dies as long as they leave someone behind to remembers

Liked the hug LOVED the squeeze.Could it be a little less subtle next time ? Well, if my benefits ever get sorted out and I have enough money left over to save for a ticket... give me 5 years and I'll be there

I sympathise SO much. I have had pack pain for almost 15 years after breaking my back in a fall. I know what it's like to have doctors feed you pills and send you away. I really, really hope that you get the gallstones removed asap and never, never have to suffer that pain again.

Cuuuuute... both of you

I'm saying nothing. Not a word.

You go into GA Stories and click on My Stories. It's in the list on the left. Fill in the fields and the cut and paste your story into the box. If it's anything like me then another box comes up and you have to paste in that. If it doesn't give you the option to paste theres a little icon on the bar above the box you paste in that says paste and will let you do it. Once your text is in there press Save and that's it. Your chapter won't appear automatically until you hit 100 reps. Until you get to 50 it has to be validated and 50 - 100 it goes somewhere else. Not sure how it works so look at the FAQ's. That's pinned on the top of the page when you click the GAStories tab. I guess I should have directed you straight to the FAQ's I know Lugh will probably irritable with me for not doing that when he worked so hard on it but sometimes it's just easier to say. Hope this gets you up and running hun

Ooooops, that's posts in the forum *slinks away head down and technophobia confirmed*

HAPPY HAPPY BIRHDAY :wub:

Dont try to deflect the attention. Still waiting

Absolutely, although she's more of a hindrance than a help really although she means well. I am so glad that you are sticking with the story and still enjoying it. Thank you so much for your reviews

They are so very real to me. I know them so well and they are with me all the time... literally, i have paintings of them all over the place.

In Silver's world anything is possible. I had it very clear in my mind and aren't I the lucky one. I'm always around when these two go at it and am very very privileged to be allowed to watch. Just wish I could take part. Although I suppose... technically... I am the one who makes them both cum *huge grin*

I wish I were clever enough to put in fireworks and bouncy things but I'l just have to put in huge hugs all round and my VERY best wishes that things start going a whole lot better for all of you

Oh absolutely I do. I'm usually very good at laughing at myself but I have never been good at beaurocracy and HATE paperwork. After writing a couple of thousand words of a story that really has my juices running I am SO much better Love is more than enough darling. Love is all you need And the picture was so so worth it.

Thank you. I'm glad you're still enjoying reading about my favourite creations. These two are so real to me it really makes me happy when people read about them and like what they read

Thank you so much I'm glad you like the story so far. I hope you will like the rest because it gets a bit heavy at times. Hugs

You just did hun So do I Do you need a nanny?

That was a very powerful chapter. I can feel the conflict in Mordred with regard to Dimitri and between the two of them. Mordred is so caring and your portrayal of Dimitri's illenss with peaks and troughs is very real. I wonder what's the thing with Mordred's compulsive dying of his hair although men with long blue hair have always been my thing.And what's going on with the dragon

I've come to the conclusion that the universe/great spirit/God/ the Source... hates me. Yesterday I spend most of the day recovering from a hack attack. I've never been so frustrated in all my life... well until today... more of that later. My virus protection was removed from my computer and all my accounts, except, apparently my GA account (maybe they're homophobic and that suits me fine right now) have been hacked, the passwords changed and everything has gone to hell. Fortunately I don't bank online. Sooo I spent the whole day practically, undoing the crap that someone, probably for fun, sent my way... via the universe of course As for trying to finance living I have discovered a whole new way for the universe to torture me. Not only did I get made redundant but, as a result of that I have been forced to apply for various benefits. Apparently anyone who applies for benefits is immediately branded a thief who is trying to embezzle the system and thereby commit treason. I keep being told that if I answer any of the questions wrong I will be committing a crime. Well... now i am absolutely terrified because my confusion with anything technical, added to my distress and shame (yeah I know, I know I shouldn;t be but I am so suck it up) and as a coup de gras my memory problems I am bound to get something wrong. Therefore the universe probably already has a cell lined up for me because of course I wil have done it deliberately and be lying through my teeth to try and keep out of said prison cell. I have actually already got a couple of questions wrong and so I have tried to ring and let them know, give them the right answers and thereby stay out of prison. Today so far I have rung 6 times to be told that they are too busy to take the call and then cut me off. This is after 2 minutes (sadly yes I did time it) of a call which I will be charged for. After having been treated like a lying, thieving, complete idiot on the phone I am then sent a form that needs a degree to complete... fortunately I have one and have only lost the plot three times and had to scribble out and re answer four or five questions. On top of this I have to find paperwork to prove who I am and every single thing that invades my life... like bank accounts, child benefit, DLA, all the things that no one ever keeps the paperwork for. How the hell am I supposed to know when al these things started, and will I go to prison if I get one wrong. I can't even remember when me and Ian split up... was it 2007, 2006 or 2008. How can I remember when I first got diagnosed with all the crap that has dogged my life for years when the reason i gave up driving was because I couldn't remember if I was supposed to go through a traffic light when it was red or green and a couple of times forgot what I was supposed to do with the accelerator and break. By the way I am MUCH better now since my Epilepsy diagnosis and meds, but still... And then there is the the worst bit of all. I have been working right? Right up until the redundancy right? So how is it that I am now trying to claim that I am not well enough to work. Well... maybe it's the fact that for the last couple of years I have woken every morning and gone through a morning ritual that involved gradually working my way from blinding agony to bearable pain before I walk out the door. Suprisingly I have never had a problem getting out of bed even so because I happened to like my job and being a mother and a real independent and strong person... which is why my wheelchair left the house two years ago. And then of course there is the fact that quite often I had to force myself to walk to the train, knowing that BECAUSE I was walking to and from the train I wouldn't be able to walk for the rest of the night because by the time I got home my feet would be so swollen that if I didn't put cream on them... which I couldn't do because I couldn't bend that far due to the indescribable pain in my back... the skin would crack. Amazingly whenever I had time off work all that would go away... well the foot thing anyway. Add to that the fact that I spent the day pushing myself to do things I really can't do and smiling (genuinely) while I did them. No doubt if I had gone on like this for too much longer I would have done myself permanent harm, which, of course I may already have done, and brought the dreaded four wheeled contraption back into my life but hey... none of that really matters does it? Because I have been doing it it's completely unreasonable to now say that I can't do it any more just when I have conveniently been made redundant and have a conventient excuse to stop and start lying about my ability to do it again. I give up. I'm soooo tired of it all, and I'm sick with a horrid snotty bug. And I am having hints from Ian that perhaps Efan would be better off living with him. And I am suddenly feeling so f**king isolated and alone because I can't get out of the house because I really really don't want to feel that pain again now that i don't have to. And okay, I am feeling really really sorry for myself, which I probably won't tomorrow because I'm like that, I bounce back like a f**king rubber ball and I'm sure that when i stop being so snotty and woolly headed the whole world will seem far brighter But I can't help but wonder what's the next curve ball the universe is going to send me and whether I really have the strength to hit it back. No worries. No matter how shittly life gets I still have friends, and I still have my cats (oh and I have recently discovered I am allergic to them) and I still have the mountains and the rivers and the flowers, and I still have my writing and, most importantly I still have my kids. Oh great... now i'm giving the universe ideas. I have great sympathy with Job except that, unlike that unfortunate man I don't worship God, in fact I don't beleive he exists and even if I did I wouldn't want anything to do with someone who tortures an innocent man to win a bet. So f**k YOU universe and thank you very much!!!!!

Just make sure you value every moment and don't let her grow up too soon. Yeah there is a lot more stuff out there than there was even when my daughter was little and yeah I did dress her in pretty dresses and frilly pants only to find that as soon as she knew what jeans were I had to wait until her 6th form ball (the closest we get to prom) to see her in a dress again... but today kids are wearin mini skirts and leather jackets before they can walk. NEVER buy her a Bratz doll because they encourage all sorts of horrible things like wearing make up and high fashion... well at least wait until she's 10. Give her a childhood. She already has a warm safe home and two wonderful parents so she's got a good head start. looking forward to the piccies

Thank you. I'm glad I've opened a new genre for you. Short Stories can, I think, be rewarding both to write and to read. Sometimes both the inspiration and the energy only lasts long enough to make an aria rather than an opera. I love the music comparisons and I am very honoured that you think I have talent. Every single review means a lot to me. It might not seem it but I get very insecure sometimes and the support of my readers boost me enormously. thank you

Wow, what can I say? That was so 'real'. I'm glad you made it to read them out and that you will get to look at them together at every anniversary for the next forever years. Bless you both

Thank you hun. I appreciate your comment and glad you enjoyed the story

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