tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3221588261348607351..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday June 4th, 2014Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-77971537961584267412014-06-11T00:58:35.845-07:002014-06-11T00:58:35.845-07:00Greg - nah, there was a bit of trouble getting in ...Greg - nah, there was a bit of trouble getting in the country (they thought she was an illegal worker or something) but it was eventually cleared up. Just not in time for her to bother paying for a hotel room for the night. So she ended up in a coffee shop all night before catching the early morning bus, which sounds like something I'd end up doing.<br /><br />I was figuring the weather, but the umbrella option is very intriguing to me!<br /><br />That is quite the arrival into a land that, I should think, could do with some more exploring :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-34359013301780861372014-06-05T14:28:33.802-07:002014-06-05T14:28:33.802-07:00Poor Maja, it doesn't sound like her arrival i...Poor Maja, it doesn't sound like her arrival in Vancouver was the best it could have been. Unless of course it was sleepless because she was out clubbing all night!<br />The wind sounds impressively strong, so I hope it does die down for you, at least to get the cherry nets up and the potatoes in!<br />That's quite a mysterious opening you've got there, and I wonder if it was the weather or the umbrella that's responsible for the memory loss? Either way, I'd like to know more! It's certainly not what I was expecting you to do with that prompt either :)<br /><br /><b>Blown away</b><br />"I don't think we're in Arkansas any more, Dottie," said Toots. Dottie, a Japanese Tosa, barked heavily, and the bark echoed around the mountains. One minute there had been a hurricane alert and Toots had been stood at the wardrobe wondering what outfit would be best for sheltering in a storm cellar with Auntie Jeff and Auntie Clem (they both insisted on being called Auntie, and Toots hadn't yet asked whether either of them was female), and the next the whole house had been picked up and blown away, landing here in this mountain pasture.<br />Dottie barked again, and started hauling on something round the side of the house, so Toots went to investigate. There was a ripping sound that was horrribly suggestive, and before Toots could get round the side of the house Dottie came bounding back with someone's legs in her mouth.<br />"Oh my!" Toots covered her mouth, but more because she was worried she was going to vomit. The legs were still dripping at the waist end, and were clad in black and white stripey tights. On the feet were a pair of vermilion velveteen ballet shoes. They were extremely alluring.<br />"Oh my," said Toots again, wondering if it was theft when there was only half of a person there. Surely it was no worse than grave robbery, especially as the person clearly wasn't buried. Well, this half of them wasn't. "Where on earth did you get them from, Dottie?"<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com