I know a “mystery shopper”, having lunch with her tomorrow. Sounds like great fun!
Oooo, Edinburgh for spring shopping! I was nearly a warden for the park round St Arthurs Seat once. Could’ve had a uniform and everything and “arrested” people for shillyshallying or whatever, Oh the power, the power! Should’ve taken the offer and I could’ve been Sheriff by now!
Good heads up on your op for next week Lizzie. The Storm Riders will make sure they’re all nearby for that one.
Oh yes, the lightning strike. I’d forgotten about that too.
If I remember rightly the Desert is the bleakness we go through when we’re diagnosed. We walk out of it with scars but stronger than ever and heading for Determination. I think the blizzard was a device to get me and Gen into Determination once we knew we were heading for chemo. And just to make all new Storm Riders go, Erk! we’ve were toying with getting a tattoo in this universe once we finish treatment. Heh, heh, that got you all didn’t it.
Never fear, tattoos are not a requisite of being a Storm Rider - but I’ve decided I’m doing it, back of one shoulder, just have to design it now.
What else was there? Ah, the mountain pass. That turned up kind of like another desert didn’t it, another challenge on the way to treatment.
Lots of weekends being booked here. Excellent! Wonder where Storm Rider’s go on their holidays?
I am attempting a mental picture of you in the cozzie. I’m getting huge spots before my eyes, and yes, pink wellies.
Losing track a bit here, so to all who are finding heads, stomachs, or other anatomical bits proving a touch sensitive at the moment, here are soothing vibes of Swiss mountainsides freshly budding in the new spring sunshine, silvery streams trickling over smooth, coloured pebbles, air filled with the scent of meadow grass and sweet alpine flowers, the town clock striking 1, goat bells tinkling, cow bells dinging, and the aroma of…of…OF! who left their stinky socks on the cheese making table!!! Aaaaaargh, where’s that lazy, good for nothing goat herd! I’ll ring his neck with his own rancid footwear… AAAAAARGH!