My niece, on work experience year between school and uni, knows I'm having a bit of a hard time at the moment and has just invited me to weekend with her in her London flat. We've always got on well but, in truth, hardly know each other because we've spent very little time together -- what with her living "oop North", me "down South" and my family ( Read more... )

I've just got junk mail advertising Xanax and other drugs, sent to an email address I use only for Live Journal. The subject is "Xanax - $1.07/pill ( Read more... )

The Moon is full. The night sky's light and the cattle are rattled. Sounds abound, silhouetted against peaceful stillness. Our stream, ever moving but always there, protrudes its urgency. Far off owls call, echoing off shadowed trees. Wind stirs, urgefully lazy, and caresses treetops.