Hound of Hecate

Do you see the cobbles on the streets? Everywhere you look, stone & rock. Can you imagine what it feels like to reach down with your bones & feel the living stones? The city is built on itself, all the cities that came before. Can you imagine how it feels to lie down on an ancient flagstone & feel the power of the rock buoying you up against the tug of the world? And that's where witchcraft begins. The stones have life, & I'm part of it. - adapted from Terry Pratchett

Saturday, March 17, 2018

I'm Doing Something Right

A couple of days ago I walked past one of those charity muggers in the street and he commented that I was the only person he'd seen that day who looked happy. I can only think that it's great to be me.
I continue to leave a trail of disaster in other people's lives. The woman I dislike at work is off sick long term. I suspect that what is afflicting her is her own incompetence and inability to be mistress of her own life. She was recently interviewed for a job which she didn't get and went around saying it was because they didn't interview her properly.
I'm such a bitch.
Oh - the picture is of a slave having his bonds removed.