Hi Clare. Hang in there, you’re nearly done. It’s vile though, no doubting that. A wee break will be fantastic. As you say, hold that thought. Writing up a bit of Storm Rider stuff this weekend - if you get the chance, why not give us an alter ego name and get a star part.
Di, here’s a few leather gloved hands reaching over the edge of the canyon to pull you that last few inches. Phew! Bilbo emerges, bedraggled, scraped, but safe. Storm Riders clap her on the back and they all mosey on back for lunch!
Muggy, over cast, threatening a storm here. Time for a good weekend sitting with mugs of tea and good books I reckon Theresa. Ooo, if we get a storm I might go out and laugh in the face of it. Gotta keep in practice.
Gen, Sal - check your email (not your PMs). Sent one through last night and another this morning.
Boy, you all know your bands. I’m a total luddite when it comes to this music business.
I was doing my helium balloon impression yesterday. Tied myself to a tree this morning and seem to be coming down again.
Chuckle! The way this is going the Storm Rider Chronicles is going to be a classic fantasy tale! Talking horses, weasels in grunge, cats in couture, dogs running Determination, Storm Rider magic, maybe the desert edge is actually the crossing point between dimensions, the creek is where the veil thins and Storm Riders meet their alter egos, or would that be the mountains? Love it. Hope nobody was thinking this was going to be a straight talking western piece. Lol!
Martina - where are you kiddo? How are you?