“Nobody loves me, everybody hates me. I think I’m gonna eat worms…“
Lyrics from a song I enjoyed singing as a child, especially the part when you make the slurping noise and suck their juices out!
Of course, I wouldn’t really want to eat worms but you’d be forgiven for thinking the opposite if you were to look in my fridge. You see, for those of you who don’t follow me on Instagram, this is my reality now: housing worms next to the mayonnaise, chasing locusts and telling people that cockroaches aren’t really that bad.
Why? Because I am now the Mother of Dragon. A bearded one!
Rock Balancing. So that’s a thing.
And it does exactly as it says on the tin: take some rocks and balance them on top of one another. It seems to have become quite popular in the last few years, being a way to focus the mind and a form of relaxation.
Unless they keep falling down, then it has the opposite effect!
Anyway, when we were at the beach the other day, I noticed several people indulging in the pastime, except all they were doing was finding the flattest stones possible and stacking them like pancakes.
If I’ve learned anything of the art form from the images on Instagram, it’s that you need to build them in tricky ways, such as resting a large pebble, to wobble around precariously on the pointy edge of a triangular one. No glue allowed!
So I thought I’d have a go – I reckoned I could at least manage a few perpendicular arrangements. I’m all about rakish angles!
Et voila! Maybe I’ll try dry stone walling next… 😉
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In few hours time, darkness will fall across the United States, plunging many into panic and others into exultant displays of worship.
Of course, there are those that would argue this happened back in January and the Apocalyptic parasites have been slowly devouring the land ever since. Yet, I refer not to the mere mortals that consider themselves gods, but to the true celestial powerhouse; the Sun!
Hiking, bearded dragons, escaped crickets. None of these have anything to do with the plot of Lacunae – but they have prevented me from getting the next chapter out sooner. Apologies! 🙂
So, after a longer gap than normal, I’m back with Lacunae: Chapter 7!
If you missed Lacunae: Chapter 1, you can go right back to the beginning and read it HERE.
For the second time in as many days, Cooper stood outside Jenna’s, but his current pent up feelings had a different cause. Being given the cold shoulder and ignoring texts was annoying enough, but when he could hear her ringtone playing as he stood on the doorstep, well that was just…rude!
He knew Jenna liked stringing out any gripes she had with the world, snubbing the accused but loving the attention she got from updating her numerous social media profiles with tales of unfair treatment. Coop had been on the receiving end of her silent tactic plenty of times, yet when confronted face to face, she would generally address the issue, if only to show off her pouting theatrics and manipulate an apology – whether it was deserved or not.
The most northerly county in England, this sparsely populated swathe of wild moorland, deserted beaches and vast forests sits adjacent to the Scottish border and was once plagued by attacks from Border Rievers – raiders of both nationalities that pillaged their wealth from local homesteads.
But now, protected by the Angel of the North, all is peaceful throughout the landscape.
And believe me…it is SO quiet!