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It's one year today since Spike's surgery!
I planned to celebrate with happy fun park romps and pics and videos of same, but deathtired is kicking my arse too much to do that today. So here's a small picspam of the last year's journey instead.

( Spiiiiiiike )

Why yes - yes, it's been a while, hasn't it? But I'm here now. I always come home, my darlings - never forget that. No matter where I go, I always come back here.

( Tonight I'm here to tell you a story )

Woke up in the middle of last night with a rush of memories coming into my head apparently out of nowhere. Memories of the good times, of coffee shops and motorway service stations, bacon and peacocks at Portmeirion, road trips to Iron Age forts and the expedition to Mortlake. Sunset over the New Forest, deer in Richmond Park, squirrels in shirts ( Read more... )

A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through.

There's a heavy frost outside. You always felt the cold. It was my job to keep you warm.

I'm cold.

Apparently there is no specific traditional gift for a sixteenth anniversary, though last year would have been crystal. How appropriate; fragile and will cut you to the heart ( Read more... )

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