Shorts

The one thing true witches need to maintain their powers are faith in themselves, and a little hot chocolate. The better the hot chocolate the more power it bestows, if you get the crummy stuff from a fast food chain then you get barely any power at all. These are things Willow knows, so she has her father make her a hot mug of cocoa every morning when she wakes up, so she can start her day with plenty of power. Her father, sometimes begrudgingly, complied knowing if nothing else it helped get her out of bed earlier. Willow would undoubt-ably spend the next thirty minutes attempting to cast spells to fix her hair, or do her tie. Willow often the meets up with her friend Allyson and walks casually to school, dad in tow though well behind, which the girls prefer. Allyson would listen intently as Willow described her world, the wizarding school she went to at night (which is of course what made her so hard to wake up in the mornings) and the assignments that were due. Wilma was often farther back, with her father, thinking to herself how silly Willow sounded with her dreamed up stories.

Today was a Friday like any other, Willow was at lunch and sitting beside her best friends Allyson and Violet. Violet was a newer girl to the school whom Willow had taken in when other children were giving her a hard time, with long curly red hair and green eyes. While Violet did not share the interest the other girls had in the realm of magic, she enjoyed the stories. Sitting in the lunch room, Willow was looking through the glass doors and saw what looked like one of the teachers from her 'school.' It appeared to be Mr. Faerrot, with his short stature and mostly bald head (other than the great tufts of hair peeking from behind his ears) and short stubby nose that looked so like a carrot.

Willow was sure it was Mr. Faerrot, hunched over into the window talking with the school receptionist. Suddenly Willow felt something wet dripping in her lap "Sorry, guys" Willow blurted out, having spilled her drink. Willow jumped up and began patting her lap with napkins only to discover, she wasn't wet. "But, I was sure I felt the juice dripping on me," Willow said. "Maybe it hit your knee or something, at least your not wet." replied Violet.

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My Friday

Well, as usual a relatively quiet week but that can be good. Partner has been feeling better and better though her sinus infection has left her sense of taste a bit off. According to her the only thing that has tasted good has been the chocolate chip cookies her and daughter baked. LOL.

Daughter has had a good bit of time, last week she went to see some secondary age students (middle to high school) play Badminton and she got to play as well, though she did not care for it. This past week she got to go to her Tuesday after school club called Koosa Kids, she gets to do activities and play games with other kids and such plus they have healthy snacks. It works because on Tuesday's partner often really needs to be out in London and I work until 6 (5.45 on Tues) so i can still work most of my shift AND pick her up. Thursday she got to go to the library in the morning then they had a dress up as your favorite book character. Daughter went as Matilda of Roald Dahl fame. Sunday she has a big play date with a couple friends at one of the friends houses.

As for myself, I have just been working. I did have to call 999 (911) for an elderly gentleman who tripped near the bus stop, he knocked his head pretty good and at 90 it could easily be serious. Darned old man was pretty insistent he was ok, despite hitting the ground pretty good and both a good sized cut on his forehead and a quickly swelling hematoma. When the paramedic arrived, he asked the OAP if he had any health issues and the man said well, my eyes and my hands but that was from back in the war. The paramedic asked what he did in the war and his response was "I got into some trouble in Greece." Poor guy though was still pretty insistent about being ok, even with the paramedic, did not have anyone local to call and lived alone so I definitely did the right thing by calling for the ambulance; if he had had a concussion or something...

Peace.

this weeks something

between the UK and US

geezer does not mean an older person necessarily, but generally refers to a guy in a slightly negative way

git means idiot or in reference to a child, somewhat mischevious

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No article today as I need time to watch the President's Healthcare summit.