I wonder if others have come across this dilemma at this stage. I am aware of online content whereby there is an encouragement to push on through. One thing is for sure, it certainly takes up a lot of thought time.
As I recently decided to go back into the world of freelancing and am receiving a growing number of enquiries about my writing (I’m still taking them, by the way) I thought it seemed like the ideal time to resurrect the company I once registered for this exact purpose.
Blood was gushing from my very body like butter gushing from a dolphin’s satchel. Or something. How would this end? Would I make it through? Would I…
“HI sexy, it’s Leigh. I saw you and you sound HOT. Wud luv to chat. Txt me.” Well, there was nothing in that message that could possibly lead me to be mistaken: Leigh wanted me to text her.
I’d really love it if Stephen Hawking could concentrate on inventing a time machine, instead of spending his time focusing on the planet and God and all things like that.
We’d been out for a drink and had nipped into a quiet pub before going for something to eat. There were a few “rowdy” lads near us and one approached us at the bar. I’ll admit, I was a bit wary at first because here was I, on my own with an attractive woman, and there were they, drunk!
This was a shock! In all the time I have lived on my own, I have never owned, worn or even seen Bright Pink Pyjama Bottoms. “These aren’t mine!”, I thought out loud (sometimes I do that in case there are burglars and they get tricked into replying, therefore giving their game away).