Entrance Of The Gladiators...

Today I went to the circus :]
Which generally made me a very happy bunny.

Although, I did wonder about the welfare of the tigers, to be honest. They didn't look "happy".
Although, who am I to say what "happy" tigers look like! Haha!

I got quite reflective on my close call with my calling, as it were.
I guess it's called "what if-ing".
What would I be doing now if I hadn't met the man of my dreams? Would I be sitting in the big-top?
I'll never know.

But to be honest... he's so worth it.

Building Blocks.

The Tantalising Tales of Turbulent Times....
What a title :] I'm sure that consitutes as a superiority complex.

I've recently moved house, from North Wales to Northern Ireland, and I'm finding it quite odd.
For instance, in Wales, you can call someone Welsh. In Northern Ireland, you can't call anybody Irish, unless you want a smack in the mouth, and a lecture on the North/South divide -.-;

Also, people swear a lot here. Very loudly, so I've found.
Now, although quite often one for profanity myself, I've found the copious amounts of cursing rather hard to deal with, as usually, in Wales, a curse-word is a bad thing.
Here, you could be talking about anything, to anyone, anywhere etc(you get the idea), and swear like a trooper. And not a soul would bat an eyelid.
Except me, of course. My eyelids would be batting more than the England cricket team.

I miss home a lot, sometimes.
My husband-to-be [refered to as MadMonk] and I moved to NI thinking that it's closer to his family, there are more jobs here, and Ireland is always beautiful.
At least we got the first bit right!

I miss living next to the beach terribly. No more midnight jaunts to the seaside, or aimlessly kicking stones along the promenade.... No more fish and chips with a beer and an ice-cream looking at the water.... No more cleaning the salt off the lens of your glasses, even!

I dream sometimes, of a beautiful place I know. It has it's own name, but I will call it my Little Eden. If it's owner ever reads my blog, they will know where I mean.
Little Eden is a place that really strikes me as the most beautiful place I'll miss.

Living here isn't so bad, though. Really. :]

Thanks for reading. x

I Met Up With The King

I once knew a pretty girl
And she was in love with the world
And she loved a young man
Who loved her body but never saw her mind
He took everything she had kept
And then he took everything else that was left

I feel just like the king
As I fall on the muddy ground
I feel just like you gal
There's people thinking
They know something now
Well I don't know anything at all
And we mean nothing to history
Well thank God

So tell me do you believe me?
Do you believe me?
I bet you don't.