Oh well...better out than in with the food if it was all a bit too much to digest, I suppose..
Glad it was such a successful day all round though.. You'll still feel knackered tomorrow, I suspect!
Thanks, PM - also thanks for your comment on the electrocution thread. I'm a languages graduate, and these things fascinate me.
Pulisa, you're so right. Planning on having the day off from pretty much everything today and sleeping whenever I need to.
The small cat was brilliant last night when I was exhausted but a bit afraid to sleep - he's not normally terribly social. but he came to join me in bed, accepted plenty of fuss and then curled up next to me until I dropped off.
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Sometimes, it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. - Terry Pratchett
Animals are very instinctive aren’t they. Glad it gave you some comfort.
Well done for getting through the day so well, and sorry about the sickness. Loads of lazy loveliness today. Look after yourself, you deserve it.
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No such qualifications here (I barely got my 'A' levels) but when my hobby led me to start looking at German (although I'm science-based, at secondary school I had a flair for languages) and later I started looking at Greek I became very interested in etymology, plus looking how Saxon and Romance languages evolved across borders. It's then you realise what a mongrel language English is!
Oh, absolutely, I think it's wonderful how our heritage has shaped our language.
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Sometimes, it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. - Terry Pratchett
Definitely. When my father died in 1989, it was (then) the biggest shock of my life. At the time, our then neighbours had a bouncy cocker spaniel called Phoebe. That little dog used to just stand with her paws on the fence, quiet as a mouse, and just let you fuss her. I mean, she always wanted fuss but there was something different about this.
When my Dad died he hadn’t driven his car in a year, and I took it about 6 months later. I drove it to his house (he shared with my sister) and when his 18 year old arthritic dog heard the engine she sped out the door with such excitement on her face. She must of thought Dad was coming home. It still brings me to tears thinking of how much she must have missed him. She was such a wonderful dog. My Mum had dementia and she just used to sit with her head on Mums knee and comfort her. She died a year to the day of my Dads funeral.
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Hey. Those voices in your head are not telling you the truth. Don't trust them.
I also often hear similar voices. I understand that these are just my thoughts. And I try to control them. It doesn't always work out, though.
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