The long story continued:

So, full of munch, kitchen fully stocked, the house clean and a few hours to kill, we had a nap in front of the fire.


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Lately, through listening to so much music, I've realised why I find it so difficult to write it. When I think, when I dream, and when I close my eyes and just imagine an original piece of music, it sounds abstract. It sounds fragmented and epic. It's rock, but it's orchestral, big, brave and pompous. Like (so you can try to imagine): Tool (chuggy ( Read more... )

'Tis Nikki's birthday today. 'Tis also Friday, so am happy. I got her a Cushtie. And some cook books and a light shade. ^_ ( Read more... )