Tweeting
- Neighbours are either fighting, shagging or poking a small dog. 1 hour ago
- MT @Official_RFU: First pic of @Owen_faz with his maiden England cap. http://t.co/nmtxMFlf < see @juliesoderlund, an actual cap :) 1 hour ago
- That's how cold it is here... Stop complaining. http://t.co/ZuZiW2IB 3 hours ago
- Pub for rugby: found http://t.co/i3u08iN6 6 hours ago
- Hodgson at fly half? *sobs* @Winn1 6 hours ago
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Category Archives: dreaming
People watching
Paddy, Alison and Andrew: Paddy had met Alison at University. He played rugby, she played netball. She was one of those girls who tried so hard but never really lived up to the standards of the team. They kept her … Continue reading
If I had a million dollars
Unlike the Barenaked Ladies I probably wouldn’t buy a green dress. Or a monkey for that matter. With the recession biting, Christmas on the horizon and all the talk on the news today about the Euromillions winners, people up and … Continue reading
Cat that’s got the cream
Hold onto your hats children, two blog posts in the space of a month. I know, I know. Sometimes I just spoil you. I was commenting on twitter earlier (and if you don’t follow me, why the hell not!) at how … Continue reading
Mea culpa
I know you’ve been worried. Images of me being taken to the abattoir probably have been running through your mind. Maybe I’d been put out to pasture and was now spending my days eating hay? You’ve been coming to this … Continue reading
Dreaming
His arms curl around me. Branches, surrounding me, giving me roots. I can feel his familiar body behind me, moulding to my shape. I can feel him breathing on the back of my neck. Warm, regular breathing, lulling me to … Continue reading
Quandry
I know that I’m moving on. I know I’m moving forward. I know I’m Getting On With It. But he still disturbs my sleep, invading my dreams. I can still hear him, smell him, feel him. Will he ever leave … Continue reading