The For King and Country AUDIOBOOK has landed!!!

Well it has finally happened! The audiobook is now live!!!

For those of you new to the SoTaR world, here’s a short synopsis of the book:

Mòrag’s world is one of proud magical creatures and fierce armies bristling with steel and sorcery. Welcome to twenty-seventh century post-apocalyptic Scotland. A land changed by nuclear war, where the only technology in the land is medically orientated — as decreed by the new leaders in the emergence, during the immediate aftermath of near-global destruction of the human race — all in order to kill just one ruler. Now, more than six-hundred years later, immortal beasts once again roam wild in the countryside; mighty princes battle for power and the common folk do their best to avoid being trampled in their wake. Born of a forbidden coupling between the Albannach and Sasannach royal houses; Mòrag is destined to rule. But her birth right has been kept secret – even from her, and discovery of her royal blood could cost her life. Mòrag is about to enter a brutal world of conflict and turmoil which will challenge everything she knows and believes in.

So get yourself along to Audible to get your copy of For King and Country free with an Audible free trial, or for 1 credit if you are already a member

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SPOILERIFIC SNEAK PEAK from Beat the Drums of War

Ok so the immediate precursor to this scene has been swimming around in my head since this character’s arrival in Chains of Blood and Steel (Book 2) I have been itching to get to this part in this book since that day and I am still about 3 chapters off it at present. I have tried to curb the craving to drop all and write it by writing an excerpt of a later stage in the scene and I would like to share it with you. If you haven’t read my books then enjoy the scene, however, if you have read Battle of the Bannockburn (Book 3) SPOILERS AHOY. If you have also read The Highland Queen (Book 4) Then this little gem is TRULY SPOILERIFIC, so proceed at your own risk 😉

As always, I invite comments and questions 😁



Even before the initial stages of the ritual were complete, Rhona felt the euphoria beginning to sweep through her veins with every beat of her own heart. [SPOILER]’s heart she still held in her hands, though it no longer pulsed with life. The essence over the body had begun to glow, and soon the soul would rise with Rhona’s will for her to do with as she pleased. Only the soul that rose from the body was not the soul she had expected. It’s essence pulsed with unfathomable power and when her image formed from the ether Rhona dropped to the ground, losing her grip on the heart which fell from her grasp with a wet but dull thud.

Silence stretched with Rhona on her knees, her head bowed, [SPOILER]’s blood still dripping from her chin. When she risked a glance upward, the goddess before her was studying [SPOILER]’s face. Rhona closed her eyes as a wave of bliss engulfed her, causing her to pant a few breaths as she fought to collect herself.

You wish to trap me within another’s body again.’ Her gentle cast held a melodic quality, ‘Am I to remain chained for eternity?’

Rhona met Mana’s sharp gaze. ‘Nay, mistress. Even if I could control ye, I wouldna.’

‘I don’t believe that for a second. Your kind are all the same. A sip of power and you are compelled to saturate yourselves. I don’t know what I did wrong to have you all become so… so… greedy.’ Her cast held a bitter tone and the aura of her distrust was palpable.

‘The vessel is empty, mistress.’

Mana glanced to her left where the twins lay together. The little boy clung to his sister’s empty body. His body was failing, he would last hours at most before passing on.

Mana’s brow pinched in a moment of what Rhona could only describe as maternal concern. She crossed the space and laid her semi-transparent hands on both children.

‘If ye wish tae return tae the heavens then I’ll no stop ye. But if ye wish tae live among us… as ye once did… then I bid ye fill this child and bless her brother. Far without at least yer touch, he too will soon pass.’

I was so sure you intended to fuse me with this ailing boy, or within your own body. I did not feel a third presence. Strange. Usually when souls pass, they leave behind a residue.’

‘The vessel was born empty, mistress. I believe that the father’s soul was no strong enough tae give of himself tae the children, just enough tae compel them tae grow. One is empty, and the other is half-filled with his mother’s soul and lacks anything mair than a sliver of his father’s essence. No enough far him tae remain living.’

Surprise touched the goddess’s features.

Rhona rose and moved to Mana’s side. Waves of bliss hit her at odd moments, and she shuddered, suddenly worried over how she would cope when she completed this ritual and the floodgates were flung open.

Then, the part of me that has been lost, the part I called Memos… it… it exists on its own?’

‘Aye, mistress. Artemis’s granddaughter commanded it remain within the vessel it inhabited.’

‘If I agree to this, I will be hunted. He will discover I am no longer caged and track me down.’

‘Him, mistress?’

Bucephalus. I will be defenceless against him. There will be an overflow when you channel my essence. The child — I will be smothered by my own power until the body can mature enough to learn to handle it. I may lose myself completely.’

‘Then I swear to you, I will make it my duty tae find ye again, mistress. And do my best tae hide and protect ye until that day. Ye have my word.’

Yes… I believe you will try… Thank you,’ Mana cast, placing her hands on Rhona’s shoulders, ‘For giving me your honesty.’ The depth of the power within Mana’s touch buzzed against Rhona’s own soul, it was so intense it almost burned. And she wondered how she would be able to keep her promise when even the goddess before her, with her unfathomable strength and power considered herself no match for her hunter. Mana withdrew her hands. ‘You may place me within this vessel. Take part of me and give the boy a blessing in my name, make him strong. And as for Memos… you may bless him too. Perhaps that will prevent this from happening again,’ she gestured to the twins, ‘I would wish this on no mother.’

‘As ye wish it, mistress, all shall be done.’

Mana nodded. ‘And you.’

‘Me, Mistress?’ Unease swirled within Rhona’s belly.

I bid you accept my gift to you once all other tasks are completed. I did not believe you at first, but I failed to seek out your heart to determine your intentions. You are a good soul — one of my gentlest children. I feel it deep within my being. You deserve to be free of the corruption that this ritual will draw from you. The addiction would be all consuming, but I will prevent that. I gift you my remaining power, to fill you where this ritual would have convinced you you had an empty void, to steady you when you need it most, and to strengthen you, so that you may stand a chance of fulfilling your sworn word.’

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Beat the Drums of War SNEAK PEAK EXCERPT😆😆😆

I’m feeling generous. So here is a sneak peak of not only what my first drafts look like (I.e. as it fell out my head onto the page. I’ve not even spell checked this yet so overlook any typos you find 😅) and yes, I know people tell you NEVER to show anyone your first drafts, but frankly, I do this my own way despite the general consensus. So sue me 😅

This excerpt is from the beginning of a chapter called Beauty in the Beast, and revolves around Jack’s point of view. Last we saw Jack (in The Highland Queen) she narrowly escaped an attack by a rabid dog that had been let into her cell. It was killed by Baby, the familiar of Jacob Darrow or Doctor Death as Jack calls him. This is the first time we rejoin this character in Book 5.

Feel free to make comment and ask questions in the comments section.



Beauty in the Beast

Jack shuddered where she stood.

No area had been left untainted by the rabid dog’s rampage through the cell and Jack had stood motionless for days, just hoping Doctor Death would finally walk through the door and rescue her.

Part of her mind acknowledged how absurd that notion was; after all, she was no more than a seemingly fascinating play thing to an insane genius, and that was never a good thing to be. The other part of her mind clung to the fact that whenever she was in danger, he always stepped in to prevent her coming to harm — she would take Doctor Death over his wife any day.

A metallic scraping above signalled Baby’s arrival just moments before her head and neck appeared through the vent space in the roof. She looked around the cell, at the festering body of the rabid dog and the flies that were buzzing furiously around its putrid smelling flesh, before turning her amber gaze on Jack. ‘You are weary.’

Jack gave a soft nod in response. It was not usually her style to admit weakness of any sort, even to her closest friends and especially not to the enemy, but the creature before her had a strange quality about it that encouraged compliance — though not through fear as she might have expected.

Baby’s forked tongue flicked between her lips a few more times before she lowered her massive bulk into the cell.

‘Wait,’ Jack called just before she hit the floor, making the snake pause and tilt her head. ‘You risk infecting yourself if—’

‘I am immune,’ she cast in reply with a soft hiss. ‘You, on the other hand are not, and you need ressst.’

Gently lowering herself the rest of the way to the floor, Baby slithered slowly toward the upturned bed and inspected the mattress. ‘Uselesss,’ she hissed in disgust, slithering instead to the area by Jack’s side, raising herself up so she was at eye level. ‘I would sooner have you use me as a bed, than risk that mattresss.’

Jack watched as she began to coil her long body to form a thick nest of her smooth scales. When she was satisfied she looked expectantly at Jack. ‘Ressst. My master is taking longer than exssspected to return.’ When Jack hesitated, Baby gave a harsh hiss, ‘Mussst I give you a nip and force you to sleep?’

Jack sighed. ‘I will be too heavy.’

Giving an amused hiss Baby swung her large head round to knock Jack off balance so she stumbled and fell onto Baby’s coiled body. ‘He dropped a building on me and I did not break — your weight is nothing to me.’

Baby had been careful to keep her belly area tucked behind each loop of coil so the area where Jack lay was clean. She was grateful for her care; in her scramble to get away from the rabid mutt, she had picked up a nasty graze on her arm, and had spent every moment since, paranoid that she would get herself infected.

Beneath her, Baby’s body pulsed softly, making a mesmerising ripple flow through her smooth, cool scales. Jack couldn’t help but run her hand along the length of one of the coils following one of the ripples. A smile teased her lips as a shiver ran through the enormous snake in response to her touch.


Baby regarded her with a trademark cock of her head.

‘Why did he drop a building on you?’

‘To gauge how much force and pressure it would take to tear my skin and break my bonesss. He is yet to find his answer, and when he eventually does… he will make me ssstronger.’

‘How cruel.’

Baby didn’t reply, the only hint of confirmation that the snake also considered Doctor Death’s actions cruel, was a gentle huff of breath and a slow sinking of her head onto one of her thick coils. ‘Ressst,’ she hissed softly, before closing her eyes and relaxing her coils a fraction more, making Jack’s living bed even softer to lie on.

Curling herself into a ball, Jack shuddered anew. She was exhausted and cold, and not at all sure she would be able to let herself drift to sleep, curled — as she was — in the coils of a deadly beast.

‘Close your eyes, and go to sssleep,’ Baby hissed softly without opening her eyes. ‘You need your strength to survive his testsss. And perhapsss… when the time comes… you will crush his wife and ssset us all free.’

Surprise at Baby’s remark coursed through her, but rather than question the snake, she tucked her words at the back of her mind, closed her own eyes and was rewarded when the drift of slumber came to her quickly.

She awoke to a gentle flicking of Baby’s tongue against her cheek.

‘My master returnsss,’ she hissed as Jack sat up and rubbed sleep from her eyes.

She was about to ask Baby how long she had slept when the shrill screech of Doctor Death’s wife touched her senses. The tumult grew louder until the lab door opened and the Doctor himself stepped into view, and stopped short when his gaze fell upon the festering carcass of the dog and the devastation it had wrought before its demise.

‘Oh,’ his wife exclaimed in disgust as her gaze fell on Jack. ‘How fortunate for you that your little pet survived.’

Baby puffed herself up and raised her head high in response to the woman’s presence, flattening out the skin of her neck as she was, she took on an appearance similar to an angry cobra, only far larger and with far more teeth.

Doctor Death’s wife paid Baby no head and turned her attention back to her husband. ‘You must be thrilled,’ she oozed as she slipped past him to pace slowly around his workspace. ‘Though I have no idea how it managed to escape unscathed.’

Doctor Death’s gaze never waivered from his wife’s. ‘I had Baby watching her, Marjorie. I always do.’

His wife stopped her pacing by his desk, and lifted the bundle of papers she had rifled through during her previous visit. He took a step forward and froze, arms by his sides but one hand gently reaching toward his work. Jack thought his expression took on a hint of panic as he looked from his wife to the papers in her hands.

His wife flicked through the crisp leaves of paper, glancing down every so often, though she mostly kept her wicked gaze on Doctor Death. One page in particular caught her eye and she paused to study it before raising a brow and regarding her husband once more. ‘You have quite an obsession with this one,’ she noted, casting her cold gaze to Jack for the second time. She crumpled the sheet in her hand and Doctor Death gave the quietest moan of desperation.

‘Marjorie…’ he said, his voice almost pleading.

She gave a wicked grin and strode toward him. ‘You really are twisted little freak. If only people were as important to you as your precious research, you would be easier to control.’ She grinned and tossed the pile of papers in the air to flutter to the floor, scattered all over the room, pulling a pained gasp from Doctor Death. ‘But I know exactly which buttons to push to make you squirm,’ she said as she sauntered past him and out of the room.

Doctor Death stood motionless as the door swung slowly closed. Even from this distance Jack could see that he was shaking, his breath now coming in softly snatched gasps, his hands repeatedly clenched and released as his gaze darted frantically around the room at the scattered papers.

‘He looks terrified,’ she cast to Baby who shivered again in response to Jack’s attention.

She glanced at Jack before unlooping two large coils and stretching her body across the floor. ‘The vent… climb,’ she hissed.

Jack tread slowly across Baby’s length, flinching every time she felt the body move beneath her until she was below the vent. She glanced at Doctor Death, who hadn’t moved since his wife had left the room and then she leapt; only just grasping the sharp edges of the opening and struggling to get enough grip of the smooth surface to pull herself up.

Baby’s strong head and neck pushed her upward and she clawed her way into the vent.

‘Take two leftsss,’ she instructed.

Jack blew out a breath and then dragged herself on her belly down the cramped space. The metal walls and roof of the vent were covered in deep scratches. She must only just fit in here. Taking the two lefts as she had been instructed, Jack found herself in the vent above Doctor Death’s desk. Pulling back the grate she slid into the room, landing as softly on the desk as she could manage.

‘Harm him and I will devour you,’ Baby hissed.

‘I don’t doubt that,’ she replied as she dropped from the desk and skirted the scattered papers. ‘What’s wrong with him?’

‘What isn’t?’ she hissed, lowering her head and neck into the space but not dropping to the floor. ‘Massster?’

His brows pinched and he dragged his gaze to Baby but was unable to keep it there for long. ‘I… uh… I don’t know where the first one fell.’

‘Why does that matter?’ Jack heard herself ask as she scanned the mess and then flinched when she looked up and met the Doctor’s haggard gaze.

‘It matters, because I need to collect them in order,’ he replied, his quiet voice tight and his jaw clenched.

‘Can’t you just reorganise them when they’ve been lifted?’ she muttered to herself as she bent to scoop up a pile at her feet.

No!’ he pleaded, grabbing her wrist to stop her movement.

She stared at his hand around her wrist, noting the deep shudder that was running through him and the way his breath came fast and shallow. When she looked to his face his eyes were shut tight.

He swallowed hard and held his other arm out towards Baby. ‘Baby.’

‘Master, perhapsss—’

‘Just a little nip… Please, Baby.’

With only a moments hesitation, Baby surged forward and sunk her fangs into his arm, then withdrew but remained close.

The Doctor’s breath began to slow and confusion overtook the panic in his expression. ‘This is not what I asked for,’ he breathed as he swayed where he stood, using his grip on Jack to keep his balance before he toppled.

Jack had to catch him and lower him to the floor. ‘What did you—’

‘I gave him what he needed,’ Baby hissed softly, her gaze on her master’s face. ‘He would have spent weeksss sifting through the pages to collect them in order — that would have been more detrimental to him than making him sleep off his panic and asking you to collect and order the papers before he wakesss.’

She frowned as she looked down at the Doctor. Seeing him this fragile was as sobering as it was unexpected. It made him almost seem human in comparison to the meticulous insanity she was used to seeing from him.

‘Pleassse, Jack.’

She lifted her gaze to meet Baby’s.

‘That’s the first time anyone has called me by my name.’

‘It is the first time anyone has cassst to me as though I were their equal.’

They considered each other for a moment, and it struck Jack that the supposed monster had a softer side than many of the soldiers from her troop.

‘Pleassse,’ she hissed again.

Jack gave a single nod, turned and lifted the Doctor’s limp body, placing him on his desk before she began to collect the huge number of scattered papers, sketches and charts.

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If you want to write but don’t know where to start, you might want to take a look at BQB’s book of badass prompts. And it’s FREE just now!

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This is a test

Because I have no idea if this silly linko thingydo is working 🤔

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A Little to the Left of Normal: Aspie issues – Processing Delay

I have mentioned before that I struggle with reading but I have never really fully explained how I – someone who wrote 3 novels in the space of a year – struggle to read. Granted it seems an unlikely claim and yet, it is no less legitimate.

I have been like this throughout my life and it has been a deeply embarrassing and hugely frustrating thing to live with. Up until recently, I had no idea why I had such difficulty. And then I started researching Asperger’s and Dyspraxia in the run up to my diagnosis. And after speaking to the specialist during my diagnosis I discovered that it is a processing delay.

This effects all information processing and can be better or worse depending on the day and how overloaded I am. On a great day I might struggle with large chunks of information (say a letter or a novel) sometimes I will be able to read it with little delay and repetition of lines to make sure I understand them, on other days this can be slow and stunted – and this is on my best days. When I am overloaded with things, too much for me to process at once, whether that is a current overload of sensory information, or whether it happened earlier in the day or even the previous day, and I am struggling on in an overloaded state, I find I can’t read at all. Maths is out of the question also. If I am overloaded, any extra processing just won’t happen. It all goes to pot and the more I try, the more overloaded and frustrated I get.

This is one of the ways I feel Asperger’s really limits me. Even in high school I was the same. I used to play the guitar and sing. And I could read music, but once I got past a certain level, the need to read the music faster meant I could no longer do it – at all. I just couldn’t keep up. I learned all the complex pieces I needed to play for my highers and the West Lothian Guitar Ensemble (a collection of hand picked school guitarists across West Lothian who put on concerts) by watching my guitar instructor play and mimicking his hand movements. Basically I learned Vivaldi and Mozart by mirror playing – imitating what I saw and heard. Where singing was concerned, it was a memorised word, pitch, tempo thing – feeling the music as it were. But yeah, information processing is my downfall.

An example of how poor my information processing can be on a good day (which is today – so far. Who knows what will happen later.)

 3rd sentence (2nd line) I had to re-read no less than 12 times before I finally understood it. It’s not even a hard freakin’ sentence! And even now that I have pre-processed the damn thing, if I read that sentence back, my mind questions whether or not I really do understand the words on the page. This processing delay is the bane of my life. Sometimes I can’t read at all, sometimes I can read and recognise all the words but- nothing. There is no meaning to them, they are just empty and a seemingly unlinked series of words. Sometimes it’s more dyslexia-like where the words are out of order as I read them, or the letters are jumbled, or I read the words in a weird way (2nd few letters then first few like reading the word “forgotten” as”ottenforg”)

(Ottenforg…that’s an awesome place name by the way *scribbles it down for latter use in a book*)

This processing delay can be problematic when traveling… things like: not able to read signs and notifications quick enough or at all, not able to accurately follow directions, counting turn offs on roundabouts and a million other ways make traveling by car a long journey of wrong turns even when you have preplanned the route, lets not even talk about the public transport minefield!

At the end of the day this is something that effects every aspect of my life, it always will. It is frustrating and embarrassing in sooo many ways, but I wanted to share this, because most likely there are others out there who have the same problem. And it’s nice to know that even if you can’t fix it, you aren’t the only one.

Feel free to ask any questions and let me know your experiences with processing delay in the comments.

Cherie-bye the-noo! xx

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Micro Update

Well good morning all. I have some wifi available today, so I thought it best to post a wee teeny update as I've been pretty much MIA for the past month.

So firstly… the kids and I are okay. That's the most important thing I need to say. We're okay.

Secondly, I have no broadband and only 2gb of phone data so when it's gone it's gone. I have all push notifications turned off on my phone except Messenger and WhatsApp which are on but limited in the frequency of notifications to save data.

If I don't message you back, don't take it personally, I am most likely low on data and/or haven't even gotten your message as my notifications are limited (as already mentioned)

I have found myself a new author I am able to read (which as you may know, for me is a feat in itself) 2 actually though I have only read 2 of Alwyn Hamilton's books (Rebel in the Sand & Traitor to the Throne) I want to read the 3rd which isn't available yet. The other is Joe Abernathy. He has that raw, kick in the balls, spade rule style of writing that really works for me. It's my method of writing and so how could I not love it? I devoured his Half a King, Half the World & Half a War books in only a week. Considering my problems with reading and processing that information, that's crazy fast for me. I think the only other books I have been able to read that fast are Sabriel, Lirael & Abhorsen by Garth Nix and Demon Bound, Demons Unbound (Beta) & iCon (working title and very Beta) by David Parkland. It's well known that I can't read most of what I pick up and want to read, so it's nice to find a new author I can add to my small collection.

I would like to put up some reviews for these books I have been reading, but at present I don't have the will in me to sit and write them out, and not really anything in the way of a connection to post them if I did, except for when I am at my mum's or the library where there is free wifi. So reviews will have to wait. Just like pretty much everything else right now. Life is on hold. And while I'm not okay with that, I know something better is just around the corner, and I'm prepared to be on hold for a good long while.

So that's it for my micro update. I hope you are all well and I hope it won't be too long until I'm back in the game rather than sitting on the sidelines.

Cherie-bye the noo luvvies xxx

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My blended Graded Unit 2 & Packaging 2 brief from my Graphic Design HND

Hiya luvvies!

I thought I would share with you today some images from my Graded Unit 2 &  Packaging 2 units (that’s 2 double credit units… i.e. this project is essentially worth 4 units in total) from my HND.

This blended project was an absolute joy to work on. I loved every last second of time I spent on it and would happily have spent more time if I could have.

This work gained me not only the highest mark in the class but one of the 2 highest marks ever achieved in the college for my course (and the other guy was a teacher) so as you can imagine, I am outrageously pleased with what I have been able to produce.

I’ve included the images below (Click to enlarge) minus images of one piece (the panda box seen in the last image) as I hope to develop that one further. When it’s done you will see it. Whether you see images of it here or see it in a store is another matter entirely! 😂😂😂

Feel free to comment/query 😉

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What does ‘fine’ mean?

Funnily enough this was like reading about me and certainly like reading about Sophie who is more and more often complaining of tummy pains that I think are related to anxiety (she has a hospital appointment with the paediatrician on the 29th just to check it isn’t something else mind, but I am certain it’s anxiety related.) Well worth a read xx

It Must Be Mum

By Rosie and Jo’s mum.

“When she’s in school, she’s fine…..”

“Once you’ve dropped her off, she’s fine.”

“She’s been fine all day.”

I’ve probably heard these phrases and other variations of them hundreds of times over the years.

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No. It’s not ok.

So last week something happened at college that I didn’t expect to happen. I made a comment to my partner in creative crime Holly (@hollyjollyfish) and the reaction of the class was really quite over the top and utterly unnecessary. I wanted to stand against it at the time but my small attempt at explaining was drowned by their berating of me so I was unable. I would have appreciated if someone had come to my aid but they didn’t and it was seemingly accepted as a fine action to take. That it was ok to verbally gang up on me.

No. It’s not ok.

The original comment I made stemmed from a conversation about university housing prices and number of students per flat for where Holly will be studying for her degree. There was note that searching her uni’s website showed the halls were extortionate and that you share washing facilities with 50 students (or a number similar) which is where I interjected in a sing song voice “thats why you should go to  ******** uni instead” (Another uni in the same city)

Now. Holly’s immediate reaction was an inevitable misunderstanding of my meaning. She made comment that what I said had been mean and before I could explain to her what I actually meant certain other classmates leapt into action saying I was mean and that was a horrible thing to say. ‘Why would you say that, it’s so mean?’ ‘That was a horrible thing to say.’ And other such comments repeatedly over a number of minutes.

Not everyone spoke. But those that did only muddied the situation further.

I was hurt, embarrassed, angry and honestly quite let down that no one spoke up for me when it was clear I couldn’t manage to do it myself even if all they said was, ‘ok that’s enough.’

After they left to go to the other classroom I explained to Holly that I was meaning the other university website as their halls have flats of only 5 rooms and I remembered them being much cheaper that her uni. Not a mean comment at all. And she understood then that in actual fact I had been noting something and not teasing or being mean. It was a simple comment blown out of all proportion because certain people can’t keep their noses out of other people’s conversations.

I never really felt welcome in that class and I certainly don’t feel welcome at all now. No matter. I am not there to play socialite. I am there to get my HND.

I thought long and hard about posting this I was going to say something to them face to face, but really, what’s the use? They will likely have dismissed the moment minutes after it happened whereas for me it rolls round my mind again and again while I mentally dissect every little detail of the encounter. Not because I want to but because that’s just how my brain processes it. I have no control over that.

With me spade rule applies always. It always has and it always will and that can cause wires to be crossed because these days people expect you to say one thing and mean another. Or say things in a roundabout way. That’s not how I work. And that’s fine. Leave it alone. It’s not broken, it’s just blunt. Information is just information.

But please. If you are going to stick your sharp little nose where it’s not wanted, perhaps you should be asking for clarification of meaning rather than just attacking because it gives you the ability to put someone down or feel powerful for a few moments. Because you know what? That’s mean.

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