Where Do I Start

What A good few days I've had, so much different from the day of last post. Ok I'm not fully over the feelings of depression that I have, (that will take time) but there has definitely been a general lifting of the spirit.

Well it all started on Thursday when I started back at AB+, I so wanted to get back to there & was relieved when I finally got there, it was real, it had happened a return to a much happier place. It seemed people were glad to see me back & I soon got bookings coming in which I was pleased about. News traveled fast about my return, I was back doing my therapies. Actually the most part I was wrapping teddies in cellophane, but it was better than been taught to dig with improper tools. I am glad to be back there & they are having an evening which is exclusively for gay & bi-sexual men for which I'm doing therapies for, WAHOO!!!.

At the last manageable minute we had enough people for the Pride march including 2 kids, which asked no questions about the names on the sashes which were all sex & drug references but were so easily passed off as nature that they didn't even show any signs of what they meant otherwise. We actually had a willing volunteer to be Bottom & a willing volunteer to carry the rainbow. The costumes were finished on time as well as the props, so I needn't have stressed after all.

Saturday had arrived. It was the big day. It was THE PRIDE MARCH!!! Martin & Rhiannon were late, went by Pagan time as usual, which meant it was a bit of a mad dash to get us all changed & out there on time, but then again the Pride March organizers run on Pagan time too. It was very windy which mad the floats difficult to push up hill as well as carrying the rainbow & the banners, which acted like a sail & was made a little more challenging by the lack of stopped traffic & a steep hill to get the floats to the starting point. When we got up there every photographing us & I now have a huge close up of my face on the BBC West Midlands website As well as some of us marching. Boy did I look podgy in those photos. I must admit I was being a bit of a tart as anyone looking at me in my topless puck costume got a bum wiggle off me seen as though my furry trousers had a tail. I went down well with the bears I can tell you, & I even had an offer off a guy saying he would blow me for my trousers. I declined as my gorgeous Richard was standing right next to me (If I weren't spoken for I might have considered it & found out if it was good enough head to deserve them, which it would never be. THEY ARE MINE!, ALL MINE!!!).

Richard & I left the after march drinking party & bought some mushrooms, the Mexican variety, I was to lose my magic mushroom virginity, but that waited till Sunday when the evening of clubbing didn't pan out. We decided to have a little entertainment that night by watching Willo The Wisp, the entire series, which was very funny especially with The Moog licking the magic bone, how Kenneth Williams got away with saying such a thing a thing I don't know. I must admit I'd love to take them again but they are a treat & I wont do them regularly as I'm a good boy, even though I still have 10 grams left. I might give them to Ken if they are any good still. I must admit though they didn't taste that good I prefer the taste of cooked field mushrooms myself but then again they only have a yummy effect.

I met up with long lost friend Jeff who was the same old him as usual except for the fact he was wearing make up which by no means suited him, making him look a very odd colour, I think either should A) not wear it, as if I look half as good as him at his age I'd be more than happy or B) get some professional advice on how to do make up if you have darker skin so it doesn't look like you are going half way to drag. If you are reading this Jeff, I was trying to be subtle but the music was drowning out my voice. He & MJ dragged me in to glamorous which was a place I refused to go in on principal & now I can quite see why, not that I couldn't before. Sorry but I can't stand listening to Whitney Huston for any more than never in my life, but ho hum. I was rescued by Ian who missed out on most of Pride due to his Grandad's funeral, though he didn't seem to phased by it, good on you man & thanks for taking me out of the evil fluff pit of doom. I also have a new T shirt as well wahoo.

It is way passed my bed time. Good night

Not A Happy Bunny

I'm writing I this today to find solace, I'm trying to deal with depression without been put on meds, I hate taking pills & always forget to take them. So far I'm really not coping well & even the smallest of things are bringing me to tears. After having a good weekend everything seems to suck & I feel like walking out on life. I'm not the kind of person to do anything silly like cut myself or throw myself off a building. This going to be my shortest entry as I can't really be too bothered with anything at the mo.

My week is just sucking beyond belief Pelcombe/New Deal are messing me around, with my placement. I feel trapped in my relationship, although there is no reason to be. I'm going to be between housing in August as my sister has to move back a month before she was due to & that is also a month before I am due to move out. Alternative medicine as a source of income for people is going down & is also reflected in my lack of booking for therapies. And to cap it all off my friend deleted the book I was writing & now I have nothing left of it as I had no disc to save my work on. My life is sucking badly.

A Great Weekend

The weekend I had been waiting for quite a while happened this weekend gone. It was The Pagan Association Camp, otherwise known as the Eric & Jean Camp. It did not disappoint. All that spending on camp equipment was well worth it & an investment too, seems almost like commitment for me & Rich, our first home, albeit a mobile canvas one. Just when you thought all my posts would be depressing at least in some part, or not if you follow my behavioral patterns in a worrying stalker boy kinda way.

Well lets start it from the beginning. Friday I went to New Deal at 12:00 like they said, I was literally only there for 2 minutes before I was told to go, under positive circumstances. I left happy & bought the last little bits we needed on the way back. I met up with Rich from work leaving all my luggage at home as 4 bags, a washing up bowl with stuff in & an umbrella seemed a bit much to carry with me on the bus, leaving me thinking have I over packed. I was all very organized, which is very out of character for me, unlike Rich who hadn't finished his packing, but it was a swift take off to pick up our friend Nicki with her stuff & then to pick up mine, which I will add was on the way between Birmingham & Dovedale. I'm boring you aren't I? Sorry.

We arrived in good time & didn't have to put up the tent in the dark. The only thing is it took me & Rich the same amount of time to put up our tent as it took for Nicki to put up her tent on her own (slight embarrassment there). I forgot how uncomfortable it was to spend your first night on a roll mat after a few years of not having to sleep on one, so the first night's sleep was sporadic. We had time though to listen to the sound effects of the night/morning though, Noggin's snoring, Nicki's coughing (she was not a well bunny), moorhens being shocked, croaking dinosaurs (or as we know them pheasants, thank you Graham) & according to Rich the sheep mooing & the cows bleating (I don't quite know what he was smoking, but it probably had tobacco in, so he didn't give it to me).

The next day was equally as good it was workshop day. The morning started out with a walk in nature trying some of the local edible plants, mmmmmmmmm ramsons & Jack-by-the-hedge, start your day with garlicy freshness. There was cord making & drumming & candle making (my candle was cool I stuck plants in it, which may or may not go up in flames when I get round showing everyone what I had made). The weather took a down turn for an hour though & we headed into the main gazebo area of the camp for some out of tune singing of songs most of us didn't know the words or the tune to, wailing cats had nothing on us. Eventually the rain had stopped but I had to leave the tent early with my trusty umbrella, to save myself from further aural assault.

The night time we spent around the camp fire, but there was no ging gang goulying. I had my first taste of a hash pipe without any tobacco in which I may add was really good. I also got drunk on a mixture of ale, wine, home made vodka (not mine) & mead. Then it was time for the evenings entertainment, drumming, I was master of the maraccas as I couldn't play a drum for toffee, & Nicki was my handmaiden. We also had the entertainment challenge of song, story or show us your bum, guess which one I did. That's right a stongry, I can't sing & I'm hopeless at stories so came out with a limerick instead, which goes a little like this;

There was a vampire called Mabel,
Whose periods were quite stable,
By the light of the moon,
She'd whip out a spoon,
And drink herself under the table.

Sorry for the grossness, but hey it stopped me from having to show my ass to the world.

The next day we visited 3 stone circles Arbor Low, where I embarrassed myself by running like a girl down the steep slopes of it's ditch. A small family stone circle which I can't remember the name of, but where people left offerings of ribbons & shredded bog roll. There was also a large rock that some people climbed up but I chickened out of. And finally the Nine Ladies. When we got back it was all hands on deck to get people ready for the open ritual, I massaged people, Rich put guacamole on Sam's face as he was being the Greenman & Aussie & Lavinnia had an amazing erection (of a maypole if you hadn't already guessed).

We packed up, & went home.

Good night & blessed be.

Oh by the way hello to everyone who was at the camp, mainly Sam, Aussie, David, Lavinnia, Bob & Grue hope to see you again some time & it was good to meet you albeit for one very short weekend.

What Are You Doing Construction For?

Well surprise surprise, it's not Cilla here but me, talking about about my New Deal course again. This is only a short entry as I don't really have time to write it as I'm off to the Pride workshop in 10 minutes.

Here it is short form. Tuesday came & my first day of placement that took place rather than me turning up to a day off. I was given my new get up, safety boots, & overalls. I was bigger than an extra large, which was disturbing as the people who must be in a small must be shorter than your average midget. When I got to placement it was an overgrown car park at a community centre in Small Heath, yeah! (in my best sarcastic typing voice).

Well let's see the guys who I were working with, hmm chavs & a blinging Asian chap. They thought that first gay people chose their sexuality then made it out as a disease & then a product of being spoilt. Hmmm suffice to say I kept schtum about my fancyings for the more gorgeous sex.

The tutor, hmm again, he was using a shovel to dig with, not what a shovel is used for, the clue is in the name it is used for shovelling. He didn't know the difference between a shovel & a spade (for those who don't know a spades sides aren't curved upwards & is used for digging). He also referred to the Japanese Knotweed as that tree, again the clue is in the name. He also didn't know what a rotavator was or what it did (It breaks up & aerates soil). So there you go I knew more than the tutor which is not the way it is meant to be. You may have also had an education in garden tools & what weeds are not.

Anyway the bloke incharge this morning asked why I was on construction when I didn't want to do it & the fact I had a trade that I want to do & that I could have a placement in a place wher I want to be. Well it seems as I could be at AB+ doing my therapies after all,Yay!!!!! :o)

Must dash

Robxx

New Deal: The First Day of Placement?

Well getting over ish of the depressing Friday, it was the weekend wahoo. I lost track of time on the internet on Saturday as I got hooked on BBC science psychology tests (aparantley I'm a peacemaker, an extravert, have good millionaire potential, am crap at spotting a fake smile & that I'm nowhere near squeamish enough, who am I to Judge? that's right I'm me) & nothing got done. With the rival gay moot starting up that day, it was probably for the best, I could have got myself in trouble as my foot tends to live in my mouth & would have said something out of order that could have got me banned from Angels. When I did leave to so my gorgeous boyfriend I did my usual trick of falling asleep infront of the tv, which may make me sound like a crap boyfriend but he fell asleep not long after aparantly, but then again we were watching Star Wars, so it's understandable.

Sunday came & after the first full nights sleep I had, I felt quite good & the fact that I was not alone in bed has more advantages than I dare to indulge, as I'm really sure you don't want the ins & outs of my sex life. I got out of doing some of the household chores usually asigned to me on a Sunday morning round his by repotting some of his herbs as the ones that needed partial shade were getting full sun & some just didn't like sharing the same ice cream tub.

After hibernating indoors for the strongest hours of sunlight I went down to my veggie plot. To my surprise, my carrots were not lost to the couch grass, but I will admit they were in nothing that resembled rows as I fond them amongst my garlic, onions & what is left of my broccoli after the birds finished snacking on them (I have some as back up so I'm not to narked by it), as the when I planted the carrot seeds it was rather windy so I need to thin them out & put them into the rows which I was hoping atleast they'd roughly be in. I need to plant out my tomatoes soon as well but I need to get some manure first.

I went to bed early that night so I could get up bright & early for today, I don't know why I bothered. I arrived so early that I was the first one there & it was another half hour before the New Deal place even opened. When everything got ready for the day, I was told by the guy who organises the placement that the people who were supposed to be on placement had the day off. Lets just say I wasn't pleased & leave it as that. The terms piss ups & breweries spring to mind again

So what did I do I headed straightover to Ken's to use his computer, as the weather looked way too doubtful for vegetable gardening however behind I am. I was right it tipped it down. During a slightly less rainy patch in time I help Ken's mum fill fer skip, which was about the same size as an over fed Alsation, from which I was treated by Ken to a '5 course banquet' at his local Indian restaurant. It considered a naan bread as a course, & there was me thinking it was an accompanyment or a side dish at best, but for the price I can't argue too much. I was doing yet another quiz which was a link off An Fianna about what is your true element, to which I found was shadow. Last time I checked there were for cardinal elements & occaisionaly one overal element on top for magical purposes (earth, air, fire, water, spirit/ether) or in the Chinese five (earth, fire, water, metal, wood) but never shadow, or come to that matter dark or light. Hmm fluffies I presume especially with the anime pictures that accompnied them were of girls representing the so called element wearing cat ears. Not going to take that one seriously as I'm air according to astrology, being a Gemini. Which means it's not long till I reach 25 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH I'm aging, I'm aging in my best Wicked Witch of the West voice.

So now my campness has reared it's ugly head I'm now going to hide just incase I see it reflected in the computer screen.

Goodbye

Depressing Week: The Climax

I wish the news could be all hunky dorey, sweetness & light but it ain't. Today saw me, the most down I have been for a while & although there were some good bits about the week & some amusing snippets, there has mainly been gloom.

I don't want to be on New Deal, especially not doing something I don't want to do, construction will do nothing for my hands, well not unless you want your furniture without the aid of sandpaper. They haven't sorted out the AB+ thing like I hoped don't think they even tried, although the tutor is trying her best to help as she has been in a similar position herself.

We finished the first weeks induction, with about half the people we started with. Even so I don't think it has made much difference to most of us. It has been the biggest waste of time in my entire life. So much so by the end of the end of the lecture I ended up reading everyone's tarot cards, but they all seem to agree with what I said & that their readings were accurate. Mystic Meg eat your heart out & I'm more attractive & slightly less weird.

I ended up arriving at the Pride workshop early as we finished early at New Deal. The floats are now finished & the banners are well on there way to being finished. It's amazing how much we managed to get done seeing as though half of the people didn't turn up & the other one was half an hour late. As to how many people are going to be in the march or parade I've shrieked at into saying I have no idea & I wish people would give me exact numbers so we can see what we are meant to be doing, as in whether it will be all fairies whether we have rude mechanicals or whether we have the 4 lovers. Midsummer Nights Dream has too many characters in it & people don't seem to realize how much effort we are putting in for them to just piss us about. It seemed like the icing on the cake today, the straw that broke he camel's back, which kind of made me want to slash my wrists.

I was supposed to have going out to Bubble, a techno/hard trance/psychedelic trance night but I really was in no mind set for doing it & would have ended up being a party pooper. Not that I actually like techno but it is one of the things that my partner is into & I am not. I wouldn't have been dancing & would have had a photo taken of me looking like a miserable trout like I did in the photos taken of me the last time I was at House of God. So instead I'm here writing not the best way to spend a Friday night but at least I'm being depressed behind closed doors watching a re run of Conan the Barbarian, the sad person I am.

Well with out further ado,

good night

Rob

New Deal: The Ignorance

Well today I'm smiling. Despite being open about working at a HIV & AIDS charity & being a qualified holistic therapist & even being involved in the Birmingham Pride, they think I'm just a straight guy in a gay world. This is due to the fact I referred to my partner as being my other half, but saying that I'm not really looking to be married when they asked if I was married to her, as I have never been gender specific they jumped to their own conclusions, which is funny 'cos they are wrong. It just means I can talk about gay things & them not think any thing of it, life can be so funny at times.

Both of our tutors are of sick today so there was very little to do other than go to a jobs fair in Canon Hill Park. We were sent to an ethnic jobs fair yesterday at Edgbaston Cricket Ground, the nearest I am to being ethnic is that I am covered in brown spots (freckles for those of you now worrying). It did turn up something positive for me but I do need to keep my fingers crossed & I am not saying what as yet either.

Erm everything seems quite peachy except for the fact that I have to wake up in the morning now. Life can be cruel like that. But on the positive side the stain that was in my trousers came out, so the beetroot purpleness is a chemical reaction that it has when it dissolves fat or so I'm told. I'm off to the Pride workshop tomorrow & we have another fairy to add Fallen Cherry. I will also have to show people my Puck costume but will not try it on until the day as I already know it fits. I will however need need to wear some make up though to hide the stretch marks. Oh plus the fact I'm not an Opinonated old git according to the Pagan association website I'm a God aparantly. I'm only the second person to get this status.

Well Cheerio I'm off to annoy Ken by hindering him in the garden. Byee

New Plants

What I didn't make clear was that Ken arrived back yesterday, hence the rather sad affair of watching reality TV (something which is a pet hate of mine especially when you don't know who the celebrity is or the only reason that they are known to people is because they sleep around with famous people). He actually arrived back when he was supposed to, but because my mind was on the impending New Deal thing.

As far as New Deal is going I may be swapping my trimming bush & making wooden erections, to my much loved therapies at AB+ the charity which I carry out my therapies. I hope it gets sorted so I can carry on my path of holistic greatness ish. I'm not a man of avarice but enough not to receive benefit & enough to pay my way through life. It was rather a boring day there but hey it is something I have to do I suppose. One of the training exercises I failed in a fit of blondeness but then again I didn't have enough time to read it through properly. Ok, everyone else fucked it up too, so I don't feel too bad, but I wish I could have been smug.

Anyway I went straight to Ken's after the New Deal sesh was finished, rather than what I did yesterday with Pride workshop, where I impulse bought half of what I need to get for camping (a tent, 2 roll mats, 2 sleeping bags, a camp cooker [not in pink] & a Swiss army card type thingy) without consulting my boyfriend. Jeez I was really distracted yesterday, I even missed out writing on a successful shopping trip. Ok it wasn't my usual book buying shopping spree either, ok that's sad I'm excited about a tent, I will get myself a life at some point.

At Ken's we went round to yet another garden centre which is a now frequent trend, last time I went shopping at a garden centre with him I ended up carrying a bridge, a chimenea, strawberries, fuchsia & some seeds, I should look like a Muscle Mary by now but I'm more a bear I'm afraid. Anyway today was a lot less active. I ended up taking away some gentians, sedums & a lavender, yay more work for me to do in his garden. I really should start charging. After getting them out of his car, I had a chav meal of kebab & chips with an organic chardonnay, so not entirely common it slightly posher tint to it, in a not really, who are you trying to kid kind of way.

Well I'm off home now. Actually home rather than here at Ken's, which is my third home I suppose after my parents & Richard's.

So long, Rob

New Deal: The Induction

Today it was official, my business as a holistic therapist is really up the swannie. It was my first day at New Deal training for what seems a rather different direction in work, construction. Well that's not entirely true I'm doing landscaping, but it still isn't my beloved therapies. To be honest I don't think I'll stay there as I'm going to be looking to get a part time job. Gardening is a great hobby but as a career, not me really. Plus there is only so much time you can stand with Burberry toting chav's with gold teeth, Oh well. The other thing is I wont be able to do my volunteer work at my local drop in centre for people with HIV & AIDS. I miss it already & I haven't even missed the the weeks work there, which is another reason why I don't want to be at this training course.

It was the first group gathering of the Rainbow Moot at the Birmingham Pride workshop. We are doing Midsummer Nights Dream as our float. I'm going to be Puck, as I'm recycling last years Halloween costume when I dressed up as Pan the Greek god of the wilderness. I need to buy some foundation or concealer for that costume as I have stretch marks & it's a topless costume. We are however going to have rather a lot of fairies so we are making up names for the extra ones to put on sashes. We are having names inspired by nature fueled by innuendo, Alix is Great Tit (due to an ample bosom), Nicki is Purple Haze (Ok not sexual but she never leaves the house not wearing purple & we had to sneak in a cannabis reference), but we are going to have Snail Trail & Hoar.

The float is almost done which is a miracle compared to last year, a 12' Greenman with a 2' penis & Greenwoman with ample breasts & rather graphic minge. This year however we have a woodland scene, so nothing quite as controversial this time. We need to make pennants though to advertise us. It should be fun though.

I was made to watch the beginning of The Farm just to see the celebrities in it which seemed to be very sex heavy, but that's Channel 5 for you. They did get some really who are you? people in. So a little like Celebrity Big Brother only more naff & with animals.

Not having much more to say, I bid you farewell & apologies for the lack of humour but New Deal is soul destroying in the harsh reality of the day. Good night. Rob

Late Beltane Celebrations

Today was the belated open ritual of Beltane (May Day in layman's terms). The reason why it was put back a week was because there was a fantastic Greenman festival where I went mad on buying tie dye t shirts as they looked cool as in not garishly rainbow coloured. (Jeez it makes me sound like a picky Hippy, but it's the first time I've owned any) I also ended up medieval dancing there (I had one of those wasted on a guy like me times, as I had a woman dancing either side of me). I also realized my facial hair was to long when I had ice cream the after effects of it looked like I'd been up to something obscene. There was also cute guys in medieval costume & a really nice real ale called Greenman, mmmmmmmm beer. Anyway I've digressed.

Well after painting my friend's wooden bridge a funny shade of David Dickinson tan (rather unpleasant albeit common colour of wood preservative) yesterday being careful not to get any on my trousers I spilt curry on them last night (as you may have read in my previous entry). The curry stain did not come out in the wash. This morning I put vanish oxy action on it, which made it worse by turning a beetroot purple. I had to buy a new pair of kegs not having a spare pair with me, so borrowed my other halfs jeans till I got a new pair. Why didn't I just stay wearing his I may hear you ask? Or maybe not, but I shall tell you anyway. He is over half a foot shorter than me & for some reason the jeans were way to big for me around the waist (he is a 36 inch waist I'm a 38 inch waist) so they couldn't have been more ill fitting if they tried. Fortunately there was no queue in Primark (could have lied & said Versace but who am I kidding). At the time but preparations were getting underway for a free for all VE day party in the middle of Brum, which was met with celebration by the public, not solely because of what it meant to some people but because they were giving away free lunch snacks, pops & tacky plastic Union Jack hats & plastic Union Jack flags. I also bought a new golf umbrella which I will have left somewhere by this time next time this week.

Well I got the bus to Moseley Bog with large amounts of flukes I went from half an hour late to 10 minutes early by the time I got there (This happens a lot to me). I was glad to have bought a brolley as it kept showering & at one point hailed such as is British weather. For the most part it was sunny. We were late starting as the May Queen & May King got lost trying to find the place. When we got started things got a bit better. I jumped the Belfire which was better than my usual representation by using a candle, fortunately my clumsiness didn't rear it's ugly self. We danced to varying degrees of none success round the Maypole, which was difficult when the bloke standing next to you is not keeping pace or starts going in the wrong direction. It was my first time of doing this as they stopped doing it by the time I reached infant school. There was also singing or in in my case someone putting a cat in a food blender. All in all it was afternoon despite the minor glitches.

It was followed by going down to Equator a bar on Hurst Street in Birmingham where my friend Nicki solved a logistical problem with the Birmingham Pride efforts of The Rainbow Moot, as we would not of had enough people to have a Helena, Hermia, Demetrius & Lysander for our display in the parade (in which if you haven't already gathered is A Midsummer Nights Dream). We are going to make them not in a Frankenstein way but in a Guy Fawkes effigy way, to put on our float. Yay.

Ken should be back now from London but isn't so I'm going to go & terrorize people on the Pagan websites.

So TTFN or Merry Part to those who are more formally Pagan than me.

I'll never remember my address!

The reason why I wont is after 7 hours of my boyfriend ignoring me for his art it is now 1 o'clock in the morning & I'm feeling very tired. I'm currently wearing a quilt on my lower half as I have dolloped curry on my kegs, making me look like an obscure Bjork fan with facial hair. I'm cat sitting for my friend, Ken who went to see Kylie Minogue in concert, so unfortunately I haven't brought a spare pair of trousers. Unfortunately my messy eating habits come from my mum who can never manage to eat anything without spilling it down herself.

My boyfriend seems half pissed as he bangs his pint glass of vodka & coke on the stairs. It may seem that I have maligned him too much but he doesn't have internet access at home at the moment & like me he is a little on the clumsy side (in the same way that you could say the pope is a little on the bigoted side). He also has a tendency to faff, to which he is now gasping at what I have written, as he is sitting behind me as I'm writing this. He is lovely & I wouldn't change him for the world. He is a bit of a hippy, a little bit like me only he is more a music lover where as I am more a nature lover.

Please excuse me if some of the words come out nonsensical as Richard keeps tickling me & trying to put me off saying anymore about him that is less than perfect. He also keeps fiddling with the computer which means this will probably end up being deleted the penultimate word of my first entry & if he doesn't stop interfering I will find a spot & squeeze it just to make him squeal like a little piggy.

So about me, I suppose I should introduce myself. Hi, I'm Rob, I'm 24 but it wont be too long before I hit 25. I'm a qualified holistic therapist, I do aromatherapy, reflexology, Swedish body massage, Indian head massage & reiki. I also read tarot cards & tend not to leave house without them, there are rare occasions when I read tea leaves to but it's awkward to carry a kettle of boiling water with you. Last year I was badgered into running the Rainbow Moot, which is a LGBT group for Pagans of all denominations in Birmingham, & is part of the Pagan Association. Sorry to blind you with advertisements on the first posting but these kind of help you to understand what I'm all about & I don't mean avarice or hey look at me syndrome. I'm a practicing Hedgewitch, this does not mean I lurk in bushes waiting to put spell on passers by. It means I am very much a nature worshipper that is more spontaneous, if not more disorganized type of Pagan.

Anyway I thinks high time I went to bed & also get Richard back for interrupting my typings & putting his cold hands on my bare legs. I originally thought my luck was in when he put his hand in the the quilt but he was just being evil as always (he's not really that evil I was just trying to prompt more of a reaction out of him without using a large spikey object).

Good night from me & good night from Rich (not quite sure how to spell a raspberry noise but that's what he actually said).

Bye