Sunday.
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me, a foolproof way to bump off a god and not get caught. Convince another god that the first god is trying to inhume him and let him do the job for you. At least that’s how my thoughts ran at 4.49 am this morning when I woke. I’d no intention of getting up at that time but of course all they had to do was prompt my bladder and the choice was out of my hands. There was a muted muttering under the breath on the return trip as Mike was still sleeping of course. When I reached my room I turned on the computer and checked the lottery before I tried to concentrate on the mail. You’d think Somnos, Porcinus or one of their ilk or even the older gods might feel I was owed a…
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You’re very welcome, Dave! You don’t bore anyone. I love your posts! @v@ ❤
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Thanks so much as usual Viv for the reblog. Hopefully I won’t bore your readers too much.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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