Agnes was thrilled with the new house, although the lack of windows, and colour scheme provided constant sources for the hormones that were flying all over the place, now she was on maternity leave. Of course the widnow situation wasn't set to improve as everything was going on ensuring that the new baby had all the toys he could possibly want.
Musical was praying for a boy who shared his enthusiasm for Irish green. Although Agnes secretly wanted a little boy aswell, favourite colour wasn't an issue for her.
So soon a healthy baby if already slightly strange little boy called Fiyero Vertigris was born. (Fiyero is from the musical Wicked, the play boy type who starts dating Galinda, the popular girl, only to start falling in love with...

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Musical Vertigris looked around him, his eyes taking in every inch of his beutiful field. He loved his land. Loved it’s oneness with nature, loved that he could sleep under the stars every night, and go to sleep looking at his blossoming garden; thinking of the all the scientific test he’d taken part in that day, and would do the next.



Of course people thought he was mad. But he was used to it, his family had suffered those coments for generations, and ok so he liked to wear what he wanted when he wanted. Big deal. Showering in his best suit was fun. Added a certain decadence to the occasion. Of course mostly people just thought he was mad here for buying an empty plot of land in the best neighbourhood in town, without the money to build a house. But one day, he would build a house, his future bride; not that he had one yet, would want one. And it would sho...

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Dear Daughters.

First nice little rant.
I work my fingers to the bone in that garden to provide for you, and try to build a nice a house for you can cook dinner for you every night. And what do you do! You distract me with your petty squabbles whilst I cook and start a fire.



And we lose the blasted stove. Guess it’s back to the salads you hate, till we can save up enough for a new stove. And this puts your bedrooms on hold. I mean other people get five nice wonderfully behaved children. What do I get? Five complete terrors.
Who thankfully keep growing.





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Dear Daughters.

Sorry it’s been a while, but as I’m sure you know by now this life isn’t easy.



Especially not when you have a son coming home with a police escort, because he’s been out all night. So his winning that food contest was extremely handy but still. The police will think I don’t care about the boy. True I’m not fussed about him. But still. The money was handy, built a bathroom. Auckland spends all his time in there of course. He’d sleep in there if there was room.



Although it is only Andover who eats in there.



He’s causing more problems anyway. His fri...

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