That's actually moved me to tears, I'm so glad for you and Stan. Celebration indeed!Got the results no cancer! Great. That calls for celebration. He'll have his stitches out on Monday. He's curled up on my left foot as I type.
Excellent news. Our little boy is 13 months and big boy 21 months but I fear the day when they are older and we have the anxious waiting time for such test results. Really pleased for you both!Got the results no cancer! Great. That calls for celebration. He'll have his stitches out on Monday. He's curled up on my left foot as I type.
Great to hear that about the hound!Got the results no cancer! Great. That calls for celebration. He'll have his stitches out on Monday. He's curled up on my left foot as I type.
In the absence of real open pubs within 70 miles of me I feel obliged to maunder on about my love life, since a comment in Weird Sex reminded me of my youth.
Ruth and Jackie. My groupies. Two gorgeous petite blond girls. No better feeling in the world than turning up for a gig with one on each arm.
Jackie didn't go. Ruth did, like a train. Pretty much anywhere. I fell desperately in love with her. But of course, since it was my first real love affair I screwed it up, because I was working full time and the band on top of that took so much of my time i didn't pay her enough attention (during daylight hours, anyway). When she split I was devastated - to the extent that I moved job and town because i couldn't bear seeing her with someone else. And then made an unfortunate marriage on the rebound.
Which of course went terribly wrong after a couple of years, and i went back home. And hooked up with Ruth again, but I managed to screw it up a second time. Not without assistance from my mother - she'd never liked Ruth - or in fact any other girl I went out with. But first time round my Dad will still alive and he thoroughly approved of Ruth. Possibly not unconnected with him bumping in to her one night when she was wearing her black undies and stockings.
I swore off women after the second mess up, until my second wife - a work colleague - got me drunk one night and dragged me off to bed. Not been with anyone else since, though it's 11 years now since i lost her. I've tried internet dating and stuff, but it hasn't worked out. My friend has ventured onto what we might call the commercial market, but that doesn't appeal to me.
Oh, well, you never know what might be round the corner!
If most or all the other gifts are 'practical' (e.g., clothing) ...... It has to be available from either local supermarkets, usual high street stores or nearby Argos.
Alternatively, there is a gift shop which sells precious stones, crystals and jewellery, etc.
Something with a witch theme would be perfect!
Any ideas - budget around £20.
That is an absolutely super suggestion!Given the options listed, I'd suggest a nice stone or crystal that you present as a 'lucky stone' or other vaguely useful / magical keepsake. Perhaps a pendant that 'works' (correlates with or plays off) the color of her hair or eyes?