Josephine

My son never ceases to amaze me!

Sitting at the train station this afternoon, he kept pointing at an older man but I thought nothing of it. As we got up to leave and walk past this said man, my lovely 3yr old son, extends his arm and pulls out a magazine, from this man's bag (the top of it was showing) and then continues to throw it down on the platform floor. To my shock, as I turned to see, the magazine, landed in an open position, nothing odd about that but it was a playboy magazine.............. ...

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A new week dawned upon Ruscombe, with spring slowly taking a back seat to a warmer climate. Small inclinations that summer was shortly to arrive were beginning to show, and what is that you may ask? Well, waking up to a 'non-Merlin' chorus was one sign. He'd taken the option to camp out in the garden last night, rather him than me! Who would have thought that little over a week ago, you couldn't walk outside without wrapping up like the ...

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That night, my dream returned but with a difference this time.

I return, standing there in the same unfamiliar hallway in a daze.

I looked blankly into the mirror in front of me.

My eyes seem different, more awakened to my surroundings. Looking closer I could see that they were no longer the sky blue colour that Nate had always found so fascinating but more of an emerald ...

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The Crossing[/align]


Spending the evening at Emma's was always enjoyable. A gathering of friends for an evening was a usual diary date for us all and one we never missed.

Surrounded by a poor attempt of a BBQ and an on tap supply of alcoholic beverages was a common thing with our little group but nothing out of the ordinary with us. I wasn't in the mood to drink to be honest, preferred a good old cuppa tea on an evening such as this. ...

Waking at 5am that morning, disorientated from my dream, I stretched and rolled out of bed. Another night terror, some were less gruesome than others but last night’s dream was pretty timid to what I would usually expect, even though I have never got use to them.

I ran my right hand through my bed hair, realizing that I had been sweating more than usual in my sleep as my hair stuck to my face like glue. I reached out for my bedroom door with my left hand, stopping still as I heard ...