My honeymoon was cut short because some sadistic bastard hurt my daughters ( Read more... )

I've been cleaning out some of the boxes in the attic because some of them have been up there since probably the turn of the century. And I don't mean 1999 to 2000, I mean 1899 to 1900. I found one full of Peter's childhood drawings and books and papers and, besides making me cry, it made me happy. Because he is alright, and alive.

And damn ( Read more... )

Peter let Cardinal Sin jump up on the bed and then Sinny licked his face and Peter just laughed.

Can everyone see why that's weird?! Has my little brother lost his mind again!?

Happy birthday, my darling Emma.

I got her the most wonderful present!

Many happy returns, Honey.

I've been watching Peter and his darling Aly since we arrived in Spain, and it's quite the sight to see. They're so wonderful together. And adorable too. It's just good to see the simple joy of two people so right for each other. And of course, the way they seem to make the most naughty things seem completely innocent. I love seeing the pure ( Read more... )

Took Tasha car shopping this afternoon! It was quite fun. And I believe I drooled all over several cars and Hope had to tell me to stop being embarassing. Silly me! But Tasha was quite pleased with what she ended up with and now she just needs to finish her driving lessons and the car's all hers. Which, of course, means that Fiona and Emma had ( Read more... )

Peter has been very busy buying himself hospitals and the like. Which is important, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't need a car, which he's been neglecting to do since he gave the jag to Tamm. So I bought him one.

This one in fact ( Read more... )

Father hit me once. I was defending Peter because he wanted to send him away to boarding school to 'toughen him up' and I didn't want Peter to go. Didn't want to see Peter change. I liked who he was. I still do, by the way! But father hit me. Of course, I did call him a 'cocksucking arsechief'. So...there might have been provocation there ( Read more... )

Thank you for the party last night, everyone. Now I officially feel 25 even though I am in fact 40. You're all wonderful!

And Peter, did you drink that scotch last night? There's an empty bottle in the bin.

So...this is what happens when I move out and don't know what's going on...

Peter, how is everything? Do you need me?