You couldn't make this stuff up.
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20090429/tod-meet-the-puppy-that-glows-in-the-dar-870a197.html
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Saturday, 6 September 2008
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
My Millions
Here is a story about why it is not always good to win the lottery.
My Millions.
Soon it was time for the lotter and we all went into the sitting room to watch it. When the first number came up I thought wow for numbers two, three, four, five and six I get progressively more and more excited. I jumped up waving the ticket and screamd 'Yea I've won the lottery.'
Suddenly I felt a tightness in my chest, I shouldn't have had that piece of pork, my heart felt like it was caught in a vice. My partner looked at my worriedly, bump I fall dead on the floor.
Watching my partner as I floated above the room sure felt weird.
I wondered what my partner would do with the money. I hoped the money would make their life better than the one I had provided for them.
My partner took the ticket out of my hand and rang an ambulance. My partner looked at the numbers on the ticket and started crying, they new that the ticket had won, but they had lost me.
The next day my partner contacted the lottery and started the process of claming the money. My partner didn't want any publicity but of course the newspapers got hold of the story. The papers published big headline: Partner steals money from the dying and other such lies. You know how the papers are.
Once the cheque for five million had clearted my partner planned what they would do with the money. I wish I could have been there to help them along the path ahead.
My parnter decided to set up a trust fun worht about two million foer our children. They wanted to ask my brother to be the trustee, however my brother had gone to the papers and done an interview about how greedy my partner was, because they hadn't given his children any money. In the end my partner turned the care of the fund over to my sister, who didn't have any children so had nothing to be angry about. Though I wish I could have warned my partner what my sister was thinking.
Moving to the country was not the best decision my partner made. They wanted to join the posh riding set. How could my partner have predicted that tree root been there. Falling of a horse to their death was a strange end to my partner's days, they soon joined me.
The final act of unhappiness the money brought was when my sister stole the trust fund and absconded to Spain.
Even though we are together there is nothing me and my partner can do but watch the cycle of greed continue.
My Millions.
Soon it was time for the lotter and we all went into the sitting room to watch it. When the first number came up I thought wow for numbers two, three, four, five and six I get progressively more and more excited. I jumped up waving the ticket and screamd 'Yea I've won the lottery.'
Suddenly I felt a tightness in my chest, I shouldn't have had that piece of pork, my heart felt like it was caught in a vice. My partner looked at my worriedly, bump I fall dead on the floor.
Watching my partner as I floated above the room sure felt weird.
I wondered what my partner would do with the money. I hoped the money would make their life better than the one I had provided for them.
My partner took the ticket out of my hand and rang an ambulance. My partner looked at the numbers on the ticket and started crying, they new that the ticket had won, but they had lost me.
The next day my partner contacted the lottery and started the process of claming the money. My partner didn't want any publicity but of course the newspapers got hold of the story. The papers published big headline: Partner steals money from the dying and other such lies. You know how the papers are.
Once the cheque for five million had clearted my partner planned what they would do with the money. I wish I could have been there to help them along the path ahead.
My parnter decided to set up a trust fun worht about two million foer our children. They wanted to ask my brother to be the trustee, however my brother had gone to the papers and done an interview about how greedy my partner was, because they hadn't given his children any money. In the end my partner turned the care of the fund over to my sister, who didn't have any children so had nothing to be angry about. Though I wish I could have warned my partner what my sister was thinking.
Moving to the country was not the best decision my partner made. They wanted to join the posh riding set. How could my partner have predicted that tree root been there. Falling of a horse to their death was a strange end to my partner's days, they soon joined me.
The final act of unhappiness the money brought was when my sister stole the trust fund and absconded to Spain.
Even though we are together there is nothing me and my partner can do but watch the cycle of greed continue.
Monday, 1 September 2008
Black
Here is another poem.
Black
Everything is black. I am useless he told me so. Our first date was grand a kiss in the sand. Why did I make it all go wrong?
He was kind at the start. At our wedding I made the mistake of eating a piece of cake. He didn't want me to get fat, that's why he got so cross.
Oh God it's so black in here. I feel light but I know it's better this way, I will be free from the screaming. Oh God I hate the screaming. My kids will be sad, please don't let them be hurt.
Cleaning was a chore I could never get right. The house would be sparkling but it was never clean enough. I can still feel his hands as he warmed me what to do. It hurt be he always had that right.
Oh God, Oh no, I know I have to go. The light is near what do I have to fear.
The flashing blue, the men in green,
'Oh God another dead one on Christmas Eve. What the the bruises on her arm?'
Black
Everything is black. I am useless he told me so. Our first date was grand a kiss in the sand. Why did I make it all go wrong?
He was kind at the start. At our wedding I made the mistake of eating a piece of cake. He didn't want me to get fat, that's why he got so cross.
Oh God it's so black in here. I feel light but I know it's better this way, I will be free from the screaming. Oh God I hate the screaming. My kids will be sad, please don't let them be hurt.
Cleaning was a chore I could never get right. The house would be sparkling but it was never clean enough. I can still feel his hands as he warmed me what to do. It hurt be he always had that right.
Oh God, Oh no, I know I have to go. The light is near what do I have to fear.
The flashing blue, the men in green,
'Oh God another dead one on Christmas Eve. What the the bruises on her arm?'
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Lonely
Here is a poem I wrote ages ago.
Lonely
I feel so lonely I don't know where I am.
I feel so lonely I need to hold a hand.
Where are all my friends, gone when trouble came.
Where are all my family, left me in the rain.
Do you ever feel lonely, it is such a great pain.
Let us all hold hands, let us all feel each others pain.
Let us all never be lonely again.
Lonely
I feel so lonely I don't know where I am.
I feel so lonely I need to hold a hand.
Where are all my friends, gone when trouble came.
Where are all my family, left me in the rain.
Do you ever feel lonely, it is such a great pain.
Let us all hold hands, let us all feel each others pain.
Let us all never be lonely again.
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