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Greyhounds and muddy boots: the Daisy dog continued.

cartoon Daisy for headerThe Daisy dog has been with us for seven months… how time flies. Up to now, I  haven’t talked about her much on here and as yet she has shown no interest in blogging herself. ( Such as our previous greyhound, Misty did.)

The new improved Write Dorne will include a link to The Greyhound Posting posts. I’m not much improved yet and so this is being published without the link thingy. You know how you want everything to be just perfect and it all to work? Well life isn’t like that, is it? Just of lately there have been a few very big spanners thrown into the works and I’ve had to adapt.

I could wait and wait…and wait some more until this perfection thing is achieved. But then, life rolls on and if we wait until we’re ready – we never do it.

So, this post comes to you a little wanting…but, more or less there.

Back to the Daisy dog!

We seem to be making good progress with her training and then sometimes, as with a child, it all goes pear-shaped. You know how it is? You think you’ve cracked it and then there’s a little accident and a bit of naughtiness…and the Daisy dog also plays up as well, sometimes.

Daisy is four years old now, so a bit like a teenager. One that won’t come out of her bedroom , is quite mouthy and won’t always do as she is told. And don’t even get me started on the unmade bed.

Every dog is different and it’s no different with greyhounds. As a breed they are easy-going and gentle, but, they do each have their own little idiosyncrasies.

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As I write this, our slightly larger than average for a greyhound bitch (oh, isn’t she like a tiger) dog is subjecting one of her favourite toys to a good thrashing, in our bedroom. When listened to from downstairs , it sounds like the ceiling is about to cave in, or that we’re having an earthquake, such is the force of the lunges and charging around.

There’s a lot of power residing in our loveable pet, as I found out to my detriment, the other night. I foolishly got involved in a game of I’m going to get your teddy, oh yes I am! Only I didn’t, because as I bent over to get teddy, the Daisy dog grabbed it and at that precise moment rammed her head right up into my forehead. Ouch! Yes….there was a loud thud as two skulls made contact and an usual quiet descended on the room.

The pain and formation of the bruise and swelling of my forehead was immediate. I examined the Daisy dog and she loved it… oooh- a head massage, again mummy, please! She seems to be just fine.

So, I now have an even healthier respect of her powerful form and I keep my head well out-of-the-way, during our rough and tumble sessions.

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Daisy is coming along fine with her training, although the recall needs to be worked on. We call her and she has a good long think about it and then just carries on with her more interesting dog stuff. But, then there’s food.

Food helps…doesn’t it with all dogs? When I’m out with the Daisy dog I have an unusual aroma of either cheese, beef, sausages or bacon. I use tiny pieces of meat to get her attention and for training. All goes well…unless I need to shake hands and then I have to explain why I can’t. A greasy, beefy hand. Most folk get it and the ones that don’t…well, they haven’t lived, nor trained a delinquent teenager of a dog!

My daughter is giving me quite a few useful pointers with the Daisy dog. She has successfully trained quite a few dogs and is one of those folk that have a natural connection with dogs. They are drawn to her – and the beef!

I’m hoping that one day we will have perfected the recall, if the Daisy dog has decided to take part in it. There’s a totally enclosed paddock, near to where we live. If she can be trusted she’ll go off the lead, preferably with some other greyhound friends. No doubt they will all do an imaginary anti clockwise circuit of the field. Which, is rather fabulous to watch. And if I get my act together I will film it and stick it on here.

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Don’t hold your breath though…she will have to learn to come when called first. We may be some way off that at present.

But, greyhounds don’t need to be let off the lead. Some folk have this idea that it’s cruel to not let a dog off the lead for a run. Well, which is the cruellest, a dog safe on the lead, or a lost/dead dog? Greyhounds cover a lot of ground in very little time. No one can catch them, but, if your hound is receptive to returning to you…for a titbit, then you may be able to let them off. However personally, I would never let Daisy off in an open area. I just know that a  rabbit or hare would make an appearance and cock it all up.

So, life with the Daisy dog is fun, fascinating and fabulous.

As for the separation anxiety when we leave her home alone? We think we’re finally getting there. We get our coats on and then don’t go out. Then we take them off and go out. The plan is to totally confuse her and then she’ll just give in and chill out. It’s easier in the summer months…we can just shoot off through the door, with very little messing around. The winter months are a dead give away that we are LEAVING her home alone, as we try to sneakily get kitted out like  Eskimos (it’s grim up north!). Try sitting for any length of time in a thermal coat with the central heating on, attempting to be chilled and the resulting heat stroke is a bit of a give away that this is not the usual routine. Dogs aren’t stupid..

But, we don’t give in easily and our new member of the family is being gently allowed to adapt to her new life as our much-loved family pet. And needless to say we would never leave her home alone for hours on end.

All things considered it’s quite a big ask when she has being surrounded by people and dogs all of her life. And now she has to live with a rather suspect vacuum cleaner!

I’ll let you know how we get on.

Here’s a tip.

If you have a dog that bolts its food and then positions itself in the middle of the lounge rug, to bring it all back up again – try this.

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Place a ball in with the food. We use quite a big one, as you will note. This slows down the eating, as they move the ball around to get to the food.

Result: your rug/floor is safe and your pooch remains fed.

That’s it for now. It’s back to blog admin and working out how to get things where they should be, for me.

Thanks for reading.

Dorne x

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Tawny owls and precious memories: for my late grandad.

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Thirty four years ago today, 17 August, 1982 my beloved grandad passed away from cancer. He’d been given the cruel news just six weeks before and a once vibrant, active and devoted family man was snatched away…just like that.

This post is not going to be a morbid account of life with terminal cancer, as experienced in the less medically advanced 1980s. I want to pay tribute to a man who featured prominently in my younger life, but was also part of my first real memory; when I was aged around two years.

I can recall a walk along the side of a house, that I now know was the bungalow of where my grandparents lived at that time. Whether or not I understood the garage, at the end of the drive I can’t really say. But, I do recall two eyes at the far end of it, gradually getting brighter, as grandad had opened the door.

Grandad had rescued  a tawny owl that was injured. He’d taken advice from various experts and was nursing Joey, as he had been named, back to health. I seem to remember Joey sitting on a perch of some sort. One again, how much of that is my two-year old memory intermingled with my older knowledge who can say.

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I can’t remember whether grandad crouched down to my two-year old self, or maybe I was lifted up to him and Joey. And whether it is my older self that can vividly recall the smooth and almost silky, mottled feathers of this wonderful creature, I guess I’ll never know. I haven’t stroked an owl since. But, I do seem to have some sort of recollection where I stroked Joey and I remember his stunning, piercing eyes looking at me.

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Grandad and Joey.

Eventually Joey recovered, grandad released him back into the wild and I grew up.

Over the years I came to discover just how much my big-hearted grandad had loved that beautiful bird, and how difficult it had been for him to do the right thing and give Joey his freedom again.

My love affair with owls had begun and I have spent my lifetime looking for them; and being thrilled by them ever since.

Whether it was daring myself to go through dark graveyards, in my youth, to hear the owls calling to each other ( they’re always in graveyards…right? ) or just out walking at night-time, I have had several close encounters with many owls.

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On more than one occasion I have felt the sudden draft of wings directly above me and glimpsed the dark silhouette   rise into the sky, as I’ve walked my dog up the lane, at night. I like to romanticize that it’s my grandad saying hello. Others might offer up some suggestion that the owl is actually checking my dog and I out. Either way, the owls are most welcome.

I understand the twit twoo is actually the male and female calling to each other. She calls him a twit and he asks twho. Nature has a beautiful way of sorting out the battle of the sexes, I think.

And it isn’t just tawny owls that call to each other in the area where I live.

We moved into our current home in the long, hot summer of 2006. The windows were thrown wide open and remained like that for about a month. One warm evening I leaned out of the front, upper window as a barn owl flew from the sycamore tree opposite us, across and over the window I was leaning out of. It’s beautiful heart-shaped face and eyes remain etched in my memory. And what a welcome to the area we now call home. ( More on the wildlife in our area in future posts.)

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Barn owls make many strange noises and they hiss at each other. Click on the link below to watch a short film about barn owls and other lovely creatures, which was featured on Springwatch, a BBC wildlife series, some years ago.


Late on a winter’s afternoon a white, ghostly bird can often be spotted circling the paddock, opposite our cottage. One afternoon my daughter and grandson were visiting and they were also treated to the beautiful display, as a lone barn owl hunted its tea.

Perhaps one day, my grandson will recall this as being one of his earliest memories?

As for me…today my lovely grandad is flying Joey in a beautiful sunlit meadow somewhere.

Thanks for dropping by.

Dorne x










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Under construction: a blog overhaul.

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Some of us ( er, that will be me) did not totally embrace the internet and social media thing as readily as others. I took my time and eventually dipped my toe into the waters of Twitter and Facebook…I still don’t really get them. I prefer Twitter and I don’t know why.

I am on Google + whatever that is and I may even be somewhere on Bloglovin, but god knows where.

And then I started a blog – Write Dorne. One evening I stayed up rather late (until at least 9 pm), got rather sloshed on Earl Grey tea and realised that when I had been experimenting with blogs about a year or so earlier, I had actually left the original one live…and folk had visited and liked. So Dorne Whale: My Inner Child was reinvented.

The sensible thing would have been to thank folk, put up a link to Write Dorne and invite them to pop over to there.

But, since when was I ever sensible?  My motto in life is to make a mountain out of a molehill. Nay… to make a crisis out of nothing. Be a drama queen.

You get my point?

Well, I have come to a decision. Here goes…

I have to move with the times and get more with it.

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I have two rather chaotic blogs.

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Write Dorne is about to go through a HUGE transformation. If I can just figure out how!

This will involve  sorting out the all over the place categories, posts and pages and trashing quite a lot of my previous mush. A bit like having a wardrobe clear out…with blog posts.

All six posts that will remain on here will be well-loved and worn!

And Inner Child my sister blog will be given a new home on here. I initially separated the two because Inner Child leans more towards the  arty farty things in life. Well, I can do that on here as well. ( I haven’t got to that page yet, but I’m getting there.) I can be arty farty pretty much anywhere.


This HUGE transformation and revamp of Write Dorne will not be an overnight thing.

In fact, I should imagine it will drag on for several months…if not years.

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So, if you turn up on here and it looks like the builders are in…they are.


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And we all know that things like that don’t always go according to plan.

I’ll thank you for your patience in advance and hopefully at the end of it all Write Dorne will make a bit more sense…or maybe not.

Thanks for dropping by.

Dorne x


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Pigeon Uses Slipstreams to Race Cars on the Highway at 100 km/h — TwistedSifter

A racing pigeon in The Netherlands uses vehicle slipstreams on the highway to race home. The pigeon flew over 20 km, reaching top speeds of 100 km/h.

via Pigeon Uses Slipstreams to Race Cars on the Highway at 100 km/h — TwistedSifter

I had to reblog  this as I couldn’t believe my eyes. I could barely watch as this clever little thing swerved and dodged its way through the fast moving traffic.

Thanks to TwistedSifter for sharing.

And thanks to you for dropping by.

Dorne x

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Five Blog Posts I Recommend You Read This Weekend

Bless ya Hugh and I’m reblogging so you can read these other great posts. Also Hugh’s blog is great …so follow, if you don’t already. x

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There have been a number of Blog posts I’ve wanted to reblog this week but, instead of that, I thought I’d put them all into one post where you can click on the links and read at your leisure.

First up is Judith Barrow, who is one of the organisers of the upcoming Tenby Book Fair. I’ll be visiting the book fair on 24th September and have also entered one of the writing competitions on offer. In this post, Judith gives details of the events taking place on the day.

Tenby Book Fair: 24th September 2016

Jo Robinson published a  brilliant post, over on Lit World Interviews, about dealing with rotten book reviews and terrible Trolls. Anybody who has an online presence (yes, that includes all us bloggers) should read this.

Rotten Reviews and Terrible Trolls

JP, over at My Husband & I, had me in stitches with his latest post…

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We have a UK heatwave again…so what am I doing on here?

garden in summer 1Somewhat unusual for an English summer, north of what was previously known as Cameronland ( that’s about as political as this post is going to get) we have sun and quite a bit of warmth today in my part of Yorkshireland. I’ve written about Yorkshireland on here before…but I can’t find it. It resides( my post that is, not Yorkshireland! )  in the intestines of this blog, along with quite a few other embarrassing pieces of my earlier mush. I really should go back and have a clear out. I’ll add it to the list! And if I was a proper blogger I would have given you a link…but, I’m not and I haven’t.

Anyhow, to return to the empty sun lounger that I carefully set up, in the shade, about three hours ago. It’s now is in the glaring sunlight and I am in here (office) with the electric fan on at warp-factor 100.

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  1. No, I really do wish I could do this…and get up again.
  2. Being able to just chill out in the sun would be great.
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The idea appeals. Get out there in the garden, on the sun lounger, with an iced drink and my Kindle. Heaven.

Except…how I think I look and really look are slightly different.

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I have very fair, pale skin ( with quite a few blue veins showing through now…nice.) I’ve never been able to take massive amount of sun. As a sickly, child I added sunstroke and heat stroke to the bronchitis, all too easily. To sum me up would be thus:

  • too cold and damp… results in bronchitis, colds and flu, aches, pains, migraines and being a pain in the arse.
  • too warm… results in sunstroke and heat stroke, aches, pains, migraines and being a pain in the arse.

I must say, that as I sit here typing this, the sun lounger does look very inviting. But, I can guarantee just a mere five minutes of the heat out there would turn me an alarmingly glowing red. And I really don’t need any more headaches to go with the migraines.

So, on this warm and glorious Saturday afternoon I’m hiding inside. It’s not all bad. I’ve written this…oh dear god! And I’ve actually shown up on some of your blogs and engaged in the blogosphere, something I haven’t done too much of recently…long story.

As for my poor, neglected sun lounger and red-hot garden. It looks good from the kitchen and I will be out there later on, when the beastly sun has gone down. I come out at night, like a vampire.

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I am one of those folk who love autumn, spring and winter and bravely endure hot summers. Cooler summers float my boat. The shorts get worn in summer, whether it’s warm or cold. That may explain the blue veiny thing!

How about you?

Are you a sun worshipper, or  do you love the cooler temperatures?

I recently saw something on TV about folk volunteering in Scotland to go and find the snow in summer. It exists…quite a bit of it in places. Now that would be heaven to me. I’m too hot…here I come snow.

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Thanks for dropping by.

Dorne x




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Nuisance phone calls?…not a problem. Be a nuisance right back at them!

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The phone always rings when you’re

  • having lunch/dinner /tea
  • taking a bath/shower
  • on the toilet
  • are in bed…asleep/ill/making whoopee
  • are  frantically fighting with your keys to get into the house, whilst falling over the cat/dog/kids.

The silent treatment

You pick up the phone/press the answer button…and are met with silence.

You say “Hello!” three times and are just about to end the call, or rather more satisfying slam the phone back into the holder, when you hear the line go dead. Just what the hell is that all about?

The way too happy person

You take a leap of faith and answer the call. Before you’ve even got the words Hi/Hello/What do you want? out they are there.

“How are you today?” they ask brightly and start to gabble away, reading from their script. It’s a deliberate ploy to knock you off your guard. How could you possibly be anything other than polite to this person you’ve never met before in you life, who has wormed their way into your day?

Easy and here’s how.

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My daughter has just dispatched such a person rather well and it’s given me an idea. Instead of shying away from your phone, why not embrace those blasted nuisances.

Said daughter was asked if she’d ever been on a package holiday? She replied…yes, she had been put in a package.

Had she enjoyed it?Well, she had found it rather cramped in there.

How had she found the airport? Well, being in a package had been tricky and she hadn’t seen the airport really.

Was she in debt and by how much? Yes and a million pounds.

How did she plan to deal with it? She was going to set up a brothel. (Yes, my eyebrows were suitably raised.)

My daughter told the nuisance that she would have to leave soon as she worked as a clown.

The nuisance asked how much she earned. Fifty two pence per week came the unbelievably daft response.

Only when my daughter asked the nuisance if she liked music and could she sing to her, did the pest finally hang up the phone.

Now, this might seem cruel and heartless. But, we don’t ask for our phone numbers to be sold on to pests to enable them to invade our lives. Have we had an accident, do we need new windows, do we want to try to rip off our employers in a similar vein to how they are attempting to rip us off?

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As for me, I’m already working on my script for the next pest that rings. I plan to be in the process of training to be a snake whisperer…on stilts. Why stilts? I don’t really know. It just took my fancy.

I need a really good name. I’ve already been Tinky Winky  and Upsy Daisy…and yes the nuisance let me spell them out for him.

If fortune really smiles on me, I too will be rung by the package woman. I will also have been in a package on holiday. And I too will ask I can sing to her/him.

Imagine if we receivers of these damn and blasted nuisance callers all gave similar, ridiculous answers to their questions…how cool and weird would that be? I like to fantasize about them all hunched over the recorded phone calls trying to make sense of that one.

So, how about it? Fancy being the nuisance to the nuisance?

Get your phone and life back again. Don’t be scared to answer your phone.

If any of you out there work in call centres and make these calls…I do apologise…but, I really can’t help myself.

I should imagine it comes with the job. When I worked in the line of fire from clients/customers I expected it. That’s what I got paid for.

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I can’t wait for the next withheld number to appear on my screen…bring it on!

Thanks for dropping by and until the next bitchy time.

Dorne x





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Happy summer solstice: pole dancing and faeries.

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Happy summer solstice to you all. I’ll admit, I thought it was tomorrow. I didn’t realise that it changed every year. So when I celebrate the solstice on 21 June each year I’m late, or too early. Apparently it can occur from 20 to 22 June.

Now I know!

I found out my mistake by various tweets and the such on social media. The common theme appears to be…it’s the longest day and now we’re stuffed. Prepare yourself for darkness and misery… the days are growing shorter now. This way for gloom and doom! It’s all downhill from here.

Well, I’m here to ask you misery guts to kindly quit your moaning and go and slit your wrists elsewhere, if you would be so kind. Not that I think anyone on here would be that negative…of course…I hope!

Summer has barely got going and we have long, lazy days of summer ahead of us. Those never-ending days of rain, rain and more rain. Then wind, wind, gales and gales on top of the gales. Just imagine yourself sipping iced tea, on your sun lounger and that sudden, almighty cloudburst overhead, as you scramble for cover…looking like a drowned rat.

The swifts, swallows, and house martins still circle and dance above us and tonight there is a pink, full moon. It won’t actually be pink ( and just as well, because I fear the more morbid – minded amongst us would no doubt see a pink moon as a harbinger of doom and even more gloom. First the shortening of days and now this…a pink moon. Quick hide, or slit your wrists!)

No, the pink moon is called so because the full moon in June coincides with the start of the strawberry picking season.

Here’s some more useless information for you:

  • The solstice take its name from the latin word, solsitium. This means the sun stands still. No, the world is not going to end.
  • Today there is 17 hours of daylight to enjoy and go mad in. Not as many in the southern hemisphere.
  • The sun stops travelling north…it’s had enough. It wants to head south. The people in the south shout ‘Yay!’
  • On Midsummers Eve the veil between this world and the next is very thin and the faeries are at their most powerful. No, I’m not talking about the dishwasher tablets.
  • I don’t know if it is midsummers night tonight…I’ve lost the plot somewhat. No kidding!
  • People celebrate this magical time of the year by wearing flowers in their hair, dancing around maypoles and humming very loudly, whilst rocking from side to side. Folk in the southern hemispheres light many candles, wear extra thick socks and strange-shaped woolly hats  and go to bed early.
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Sadly, today I couldn’t be at Stonehenge, or Glastonbury to enjoy that magical atmosphere and overpowering smell of incense. ( I actually love joss sticks and burn them all of the time.) So, tonight I plan to sit in my courtyard garden, burning incense, with candles to keep the dark away and I may do some dancing around the folded up rotary airer.

We’re not overlooked…much, so I will be free to enjoy this magical evening. I may even dance sky clad. Oh, dear god, no! I will be humming very loudly indeed and rocking from side to side…before I fall off my chair.

Enjoy the summer/winter solstice wherever you are and don’t overdose on the joss sticks. Oh and watch out for those pesky faeries. They’re bound to be lurking somewhere.

Thanks for dropping by and I bet you wish I was still passed out, on my back in the woods? That could happen yet…if I’m extremely fortunate!

Dorne x


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Long time no hear, or see!

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I haven’t been very active in blogland just recently, though I have tried to write posts…and failed…clearly. Asking myself repeatedly what my readers want from me, I have drawn a big fat BLANK. I suspect I will never really grasp this blogging thing.

And so, I have decided to just tell you how I feel at present. The answer to that can be seen in the above picture.

Here it is again.

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I’m not going to bore you with all of the details ( I would have done at one time, so maybe that’s progress?) it’s just suffice to say that I feel like this.

I’m guessing that there are quite a few of you out there that will be able to identify with this feeling and image. In fact I know there are…I have been reading your blogs. Life gets you like this sometimes…right?

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So, I’m still here and when I can get myself up from here I will bore you yet again.

In the meantime thanks for taking the time to stop by here. If you’ve started to follow me recently, thanks.

If you are also feeling like this add you comment and then we can all lie here together like this, for a while.

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I don’t know about you, but left leg has gone into cramp, my back is killing me and my bottom is cold and wet.
It might be easier to just write a damn blog post and stop moping around?

Dorne x