Dear possible relative in the anecdotal ancestry of my past, thankyou so much for marrying someone called Cleopatra. In 1800’s England, it stood out like a beacon among all the Anns and Marys and Elizabeths and Janes of that time…
Today inexplicably feels like wrong-side-of-bed day. A slightly uneasy, unsettled headspace. Is there something I am missing, or something I should NOT be doing? It is the day where little things have brought unwelcome surprises.
Bless the people who, in the 1700’s and 1800’s, not only named their children after themselves, but in some cases did so TWICE, or for added fun, with the SAME middle name as their own.
(‘m researching a family anecdote!)
i don’t know why everyone makes the grim reaper out to be a bad guy i mean he’s just taking to you to the afterlife it’s not like he killed you it’s actually quite nice of him to walk you there imagine if you had to go alone
So there’s these books, and this guy…
(perhaps you are already familiar with… ;) )
I have recently come back from a small indulgence.
I took myself off to Galbraiths (a local alehouse), had a trappist ale (called Cruicifixion or similar), pulled pork quesadilla, and some shoestring fries. I wrote a little about some of my orig. characters (the Caber Scientists), and the time/earthspace travelling tavern which features in my little made up world. The place was warm and comfortable, not crowded, but gently active.
I feel good! Mmm.