It's amazing what'll snap a bloke outta something. All it took was a slap o' reality to snap me outta my funk and get to the priorities. The protection of our family. Our booming business. And of course each other ( Read more... )

Today has not escaped us. Right amazing, with all that's been goin' on. But I know, a week after I start playin' Christmas music, Katie gets a year more crusty. I wanted to kidnap 'er again, but we weren't sure where she'd be, it bein' her birthday and all. Might be at work. Mighta gone to a pub. Might stop by the shop. In that event, we're ( Read more... )

I lean against the door to my bedroom and look in. It's the one place that doesn't make me think of Rosie, and that makes me think on her. Funny, that. Things you have no connection between remind you of the other, simply 'cause of that fact. The whole flat, in fact, makes me think on 'er, 'cause in all the five years, she never once set foot here ( Read more... )

It's early Friday evening, and even though this is chief skiving day of the week, it's the best time to get these orders sent to our room in the Three Brooksticks. After all, we only have the room for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights and checkin starts at one in the afternoon. After the lunch rush and before the non-skiving come in after work, ( Read more... )

"Right then," I whisper. "You got 'em all? The whole thousand ( Read more... )

Clone and I've tried to make Meggar's stay as warm and welcome as possible. Not sure if she's quire receptive to our brand of warm and welcome, though. Didn't seem too keen on the brain-shaped meatloaf, for instance. Don't know why. It was a brilliant bit of culinary genius by Fred. In fact, she offered to cook, but we were havin' none of it! A ( Read more... )

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It bein' Wednesday, business has started to pick up again, so we still had a handful of customers still in the store when Freidrich and Gerty kicked me out ten to closing. I popped up to our flat and got myself all respectable lookin' and then made my leisurely way over to the Rusty Grapes ( Read more... )

Fred and I closed up early. And as it's Sunday, you'd think I'd be off playin' with Rosie. Just...something's got me not in a playing mood. And for me, that's troubling ( Read more... )

Backdated to Oct. 6th, ThursdayWe've hit the after-lunch lull right abouts now. Fred's doing 'parchmentwork' in the back, and I can tell by the thunderous snores leaking through the rubber duck that he's taking his work as serious as Mum took Dad's muggle trinkets. He really should learn not to fall asleep clutchin' the intercom ( Read more... )