Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Yes, because you have to get up several stairs before you even get to my door and I'm always knackered after climbing up them after work, shopping etc...and my street is leafy and tree-lined too
yeah i guess i could leave my kitchen door open all day...and unlocked...
never felt the need to lock up during the daytime...night time is a different story tho...even me cat has to use the kitchen window to get out of in the evening...
no tree lined leafy road here...but i am only 2 minutes (door to sand) from the beach...which is way nicer in the summer than the winter
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
Strangely, we used to leave our backdoor open all the time in Armley, even after someone walked in and pinched Pam's purse. We were in the front room and heard the door open. We assumed it was one of the kids, until they didn't respond to our inquisitive call. Pam took to hiding her purse after that, but the door still stayed open/ unlocked most of the time. Now I live in a very sought after village. You know, the sort of place parents pay over the odds for to bring their children up in. Yet I lock my door again as soon as I get in.
And you know that she's half crazy but that's why you want to be there.
Francis wrote:Strangely, we used to leave our backdoor open all the time in Armley, even after someone walked in and pinched Pam's purse. We were in the front room and heard the door open. We assumed it was one of the kids, until they didn't respond to our inquisitive call. Pam took to hiding her purse after that, but the door still stayed open/ unlocked most of the time. Now I live in a very sought after village. You know, the sort of place parents pay over the odds for to bring their children up in. Yet I lock my door again as soon as I get in.
Moooo?!
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
