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..............
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
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