Musings of Khlari

Well. Attila and Vlad now have half a deposit……..and a jetski to sell. We have a Kawasaki 1100 up on ebay at the mo, thanks to the lovely Katrin who has sorted it, and the lovely Ian who has donated it to the cause………just have to sell it now and darn quick as our offer on the house has been accepted…………

Well, we went to look at a gorgeous Victorian house last night in sunny Morecambe…perfect, perfect, perfect…..

Only problem is that we will need to rob a bank or win the lottery to get the deposit together……

Off to London tonight to speak VERY sweetly to Mummy and Daddy……..

Or maybe Vlad the Impaler…….What do I do wrong….a year after moving into a house that was something like a dustbin……..finally we get to the point where it looks somewhere like a house, and we are beginning to make a mark on it. We all needed the stability, had enough of moving house, and M_______ needs it most of all, having moved 6 times in her 7 years……Above all, after spending days and weeks working, and a fortune in the garden, I was looking forward to enjoying the benefits. Now it just breaks my heart to look out of the window and see all the work we’ve done.

Well, here I am on Wordpress thanks to Andy, Mr SpicyCauldron, I may even have a working blog sometime soon!!!!!!! My previous Blogger one had died a death for some reason……welcome to all my reader(s), (I think there may even be two of you now!).

Every goth's nightmare- premature sunshine. How dare it be so disgustingly cheerful, when inside, my gothick soul is weeping?????

Some utter goth nonsense to cheer you (and me) up on a Friday afternoon.

I'm so goth, in preschool, the only crayon I used was black.

I'm so goth my black is blacker than your black. I call it "black black."

I'm so goth, I don't say "black," I say "blahhwwwkkk."

This was inspired by two things, a childhood visit to Paris and my experience later of working there……………….

This was written as part of my MA Poetry submission. I was intrigued by the idea of where you could mourn somone who had no logical grave, like a sailor lost at sea, or a stillborn baby. This is also about the child that I lost before I had Morgane……..

The Naming of Parts

Tonight, we have naming of parts.

Ce soir, nous avons l’appellation des pièces

Your hand guiding mine to point out the details

Ta main, guidant la mienne pour préciser les détails

often forgotten in simple dictionaries.

souvent oubliés en dictionnaires simples

These little beauties are the Gothic Powerpuff Girls, as sent to me by boyfriend…..they just made me laugh!