My darling husband is now well enough to have surgery on his wrists. The damn Templar messed them up pretty badly when they hung him on that fucking thing, and if he doesn't have the surgery, he won't be able to play his guitar again. This obviously cannot happen. Good thoughts, prayers, support, silly letters, pairs of knickers...anything will ( Read more... )

Spectre is feeling better today. He let me see him, but he's still having trouble letting me too close. He says he doesn't know why, but I think it's older issues resurfacing. (Thanks to Abby's training ( Read more... )

Hey, baby. First of all YAY MARA! Second of all YAY Quinn and Flynn! And third of all, I told you I talked to your father over LJ yesterday. I went on for ages about how wonderful you are because he wanted to know more about you? Apparently what I said had an effect on him. He wrote me this today.

I was up all night thinking about what you ( Read more... )

I'm still at the hospital. Scarlett and Stephie are awake more often now and I think I might go get us all cake soon! I hope cake doesn't freak them both out... Cake is pretty non-offensive, right? And also sooo good ( Read more... )

Dear God my children are the most amazing people on his planet ( Read more... )

I would get back to London the day after you leave ( Read more... )

Today is my husband's birthday! He's twenty-eight. And beautiful. So beautiful. And I'm going to spoil him rotten because today is a very important day. And I love him. And he deserves it ( Read more... )

Babe, is it alright if I stay with Svetlana tomorrow night? I'll probably bring James with me so she and Rasputina can play. Svetlana's feeling a little lonely. She said she has no one to snuggle. So is it also alright if I sleep next to her? I swear to you nothing will happen, but if you don't want me to, of course I won't. Nor will I be ( Read more... )

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( Farewell my Beautiful )