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Bauer was born in October 2014, although he had a name and a personality for the two years prior to this. My husband and I would go for long walks, and turn to each other to point out how much Bauer would enjoy this walk. When you loose a beloved pet you go one of two ways, you have to have another straight away or you can't face the thought of another animal replacing them. Neither is right nor wrong, they are simply different.
Beneath The Amber Moon
Colin hadn’t come to his hometown for many years, well he says town, a village is much closer to the truth, a tiny village. The type of village where, like a cheesy version of the old TV show 'Cheers', where everybody knows your name. But they aren't always glad you come that is for sure.
Spicy side of life
"@Simplycook please can you tell me urgently what is in your chilli glaze sausage mix!" My frantic plea rings across the Twittersfer. A cry for help, an urgency of a fur mummy freaking out. Thirty seconds after being ignored, I send my next tweet.
Once you have read this you can't un-see it
I apologise in advance if you are a fan of the movies, and I am downright killing your movie going experience in one hit. But I have to bring this to everyone else's attention, and not just rant to my husband with every movie we watch lately. I need to probably give some examples here, which obviously I am going to struggle to remember, so may have to dash off, and head to my recent views on Netflix and Prime.
Meet me at the pear tree
Biggleswade village is picturesque, and back on the number one spot of 'most desirable place to live in the UK,' recovering from a tragedy 30 years or so ago. Few can remember when, less can remember what. With quaint thatched roofed cottages straight from the front of a chocolate box. Or those shortbread biscuits your neighbour brings back as a gift for you watering their plants while they enjoyed a week in the Cotswolds.
Frog legs & a side of bacon
I never met anyone who doesn't like Christmas, well I did but I certainly didn't stick around them for long. I mean seriously, what is not to love? Everything is covered in glitter. Everyone is mostly happy, if the weather dumps a ton of snow on us, for once we don't complain. Instead, we oh and ah at how Christmassy everything is.
Follow the leader
The stupidest idea ever, camping--alone. What is she thinking, or perhaps she isn't, the blind bravado of youth. Nothing will, or can happen. A desire for some head space, away from all the noise and interference to focus on making a difference, she wants to think. Her mum tells her every day how she is exceptional. Her mum just isn't aware of how incredible she is.
As I walk into the gym all eyes look away, no one wants to catch my gaze. They are picking up my fury, the fact I almost take the door off the hinges as I enter is a give away. Heading for the punch bags after dumping my stuff in an available steel locker, shutting the door over, not bothering with a lock--no one dares.
Because I Love Her
"Celeste, would you like me to play your favourite music?" The AI in the wall asks for the umpteenth time today. I am distracted from the question while scrolling aimlessly, trying to find a way to force her to forget Celeste. She didn't only leave me, she left our AI too, and I believe the AI is taking this harder than I am.
"She's a reclusive eater," Gran said. "A what?"I asked barely paying attention, my gaze watching the fit new waiter. Kicking me under the table to subtly snatch my attention back, Gran's overly loud voice rings through the little conservatory of our most popular hotel in the town. This causes everyone to stop and stare.