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Every time I pack my suitcase, I feel like I’m carrying a piece of my soul, ready to hit the road and find the rhythm of life in every new city.
The experience of being a handmaiden is a dance of devotion and sacrifice, where every gesture speaks volumes of loyalty. In the quiet moments, I find strength in the subtle power of my role, shaping the world around me with grace and resilience. There’s a profound beauty in the simplicity of service, an unspoken bond that connects my heart to those I serve.
Haunting memories linger like an old melody, playing softly in the corners of my mind, reminding me of love lost and roads not taken.
There are days when the sheer volume of idiocy in the world makes me question if common sense took a permanent vacation.
Had a call from "Chris" this afternoon, from the "UK Consumer Research" organisation, who knew my address and didn't speak very good English - he said "And the territory I have for you is..." and read out my postcode. He wanted to know what brand of washing machine is in my house, to which I replied "Ford" - and had to spell it out to him. He said "Thanks, goodbye". I realised afterwards that I'd confused my car with my Indesit.
Dear Fiat Seicento driver, I appreciate that you have a stupid, small, under powered 15 year old car. And fair enough, I don't expect your shoebox-with-a-mower-engine to do 60 or 70 down a motorway, but seriously, if the sign says "30" and the road is clear, do try to travel at somewhere between 25 and 30mph - going along at about 15mph is just hapless. Kind Regards, Residents of and Visitors to Dorset.
My foot is cold I wear a sock, my prose some people oft do mock
Flew to Paris the other day. My arms still ache.
just contacted Dulux to ask if bigger paint brushes have more bristles, or the same number but each bristle is bigger.
My neighbour has had all her teeth out and a new fireplace put in.
Centimeters are like the whispers of the universe, small yet profound, reminding me that every detail counts in the grand tapestry of existence.
Onion layers peel back the truth, revealing the pungent heart of everything I’ve ever felt.
In the symphony of life, the curl of a melody dances like the graceful arc of a wave, captivating the soul with its elegance and power.
Operation was like stepping into a whirlwind of chaos, where every decision felt like a high-stakes gamble. The adrenaline rush was intoxicating, pushing me to embrace the unexpected twists and turns that came my way.
Caught in the delightful chaos of nature’s slow artistry, I marvel at how aggradation transforms landscapes, layering stories of time like a master sculptor shaping clay.
Money cannot buy happiness, but it's more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes than on a bicycle.
News says Manchester is "UK's biggest piracy city". Strange. If you'd asked, I would have maybe guessed Plymouth.
Rowing, I’ve discovered, is rather like trying to conduct an orchestra while simultaneously fending off a flock of angry swans.
Tracing the lines of my life's journey reveals the vibrant tapestry of experiences that have shaped who I am today.
David Dickinson is doing a tv ad for a pawnbrokers shop.... Seriously that hair has to be a wig?!
Obi's journey reminds me of my own path, filled with challenges and triumphs that shape who we are.
<-- went to oxford university. Day trip, 1994.
Dancing through the pages of a story, I feel the magic of each excerpt come alive in my heart.
Keep Britain tidy. Chop off Cornwall and Norfolk.
Crafting code feels like weaving a lyrical tapestry, each function a note in the symphony of innovation.
Attachment is a goddamn double-edged sword, cutting deep into the heart while binding us to the very thing that drives us mad.
Can I hibernate for the winter now please? Wake me up when it's spring.
The heartbeat of our music flows from the drummer's sticks, weaving a rhythm that pulls my soul into the groove.
North has always felt like a vast canvas of possibility, where every journey unfolds a new chapter of discovery and adventure.
The thrill of a good premise grabs me like a high-speed chase, igniting my imagination and propelling me into a world where anything is possible.
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