elouisegold
These men look mad. Once a year they run around the streets of a small village in Devon with flaming tar barrels on their shoulders. You see them in the pubs the next day - burns over their necks, hands and face. They compare them but rarely complain. They relish being part of a village tradition and spend all year preparing the barrels just for that one evening.
As I slowly stir my risotto a feeling of peace descends on me. I am cooking just for myself everyone else has been fed. And all I have to do for the next twenty minutes is stand here and do nothing but stir. I can't tidy, clean or wash up. I just have to make sure it doesn't stick. And as I do nothing else I am left alone with my thoughts.
We all have dreams but what takes courage is daring to act on them. Perhaps this is the closest I will ever get to being a published writer but at least some of my work will get out there.
Dare to dream and then to act.
We all have different methods for doing the same things. Some are based on what other people have done before and some are tweeked variations.
Personally I find I can't do this without a mug of hot tea beside me. Others will insist on coffee but you really can't find anything to write about, then a glass or two of wine helps enormously!
Some things support you and some bring you down. Date night underwear should support you through the joys and the horrors to come.
Wanting date night underwear that you can't afford either depresses you or puts you into debt.
Scene dressing.
The cat patrols our home every night, sticking his nose into the smallest of spaces, checking for invaders.
Once happy that only the members of the family are present, he then comes to me, to report all is safe. He does this with nudges until I am awake, then he curls up to sleep at the top of my pillow.
i hate it in january when you take the christmas decorations down. it's not that i am particularly fond of shiny tinsel hanging from my ceiling. It is more that everything looks so bare and you end up going back to work after spending time with your family. Mind you, sometimes it's good to get away from the arguments.
Sometimes words come up on here that you really don't like, mainly because you can't think of anything to write about them. This is one of those words for me. I would love to write something deep and meaningful or something beautiful. But the words escape me today. That's the reason we turn up here day after day though to be challenged.
I thought he said he was into bondage and was expecting handcuffs. What I didn't expect was him to be wearing the white coat and to look like a mummy once he had finished with me. Take my advice - never date a first year medical student.
There seem to be many people that dislike them. But the wind turbine by the M4 always seems to wave us off gracefully on our journey and then welcome us back warmly with open arms.
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