Joining the pirate obsession…

/> You scored as Sinbad. You are gifted with gab and can talk your way out of just about any situation. Very charming, but sometimes the charm gets you into trouble. The gods look on you fondly and sometimes through obstacles at you just to see how creative your solution is.

Sinbad

100%

Mary Read

83%

Captain Jack Sparrow

67%

Dread Pirate Roberts

67%

Captain Barbosa

58%

Captain James T. Hook

50%

Will Turner

50%

Long John Silvers

33%

Morgan Adams

33%

Black Beard

17%

What kind of Pirate are you?
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A ray of hope…

The Ent just called. Frodo’s head teacher just phoned him to say that she’ll be putting him on the register for Reception next year.

Since this is much better than one of her other options, ie finding him a place at a special school, we’re happier. We were prepared for him to repeat a year. And if he still isn’t ready to move on next year, then we know we’ll have to look at our options again.

Frodo is very happy at his school. And we didn’t want him to move.
Now we just have to sort out the help he needs.

On another good note, the Mackenzie edits are done and sent off. Big relief. Huge. Massive.

And if good things come in threes, can I put my order in for winning the lottery jackpot this week?

I got to vent

Some morons, driven out from the park at the top of the street, smashed a ball against our front windows. Luckily, they’re toughened glass.

The idiot sent to retrieve said ball from our garden probably got the fright of his life when a stressed, seriously pissed off woman vented at him through the window.

Right or wrong, it made me feel better, LOL

A Brave New World

“Since this is what you turned me into.” Jarod waves at himself before he picks up the glass pot of burning silver liquid. He twists it. Shakes it. “I plan to use it.”

“Don’t!” I grab the pot out of his hand. I place it carefully on the battered bench and step back. I start breathing again. “Do that.” I glare at him. “This isn’t your world. The rules are different here.”

“There has to be magick.” He paces the vaulted room, his hands behind his back. “And I’m sure there’s someone around here whose life you’re destroying.”

“Jarod…”

He stops, turns. That silver gaze fixes on me. “Deny it.”

“Alesh.”

“Thought so.”

“How did you get here?”

He stares up at the windows, three narrow slits high on one wall. Harsh sunlight splinters to the floor around him, through him. “You set me free.” The smile he directs at me prickles my skin. “And I have some time to kill.”

And that disturbs me more than anything else.