Now, as regular readers will know, I am no stranger to dicing with death. In fact it regularly comes to my doorway, and we will often swap polite chit chat, or knock up a quick stir-fry.
Having read the story of my birth, I am sure that you are all thinking "Gee I bet that poor lassie moved inland, and swore never to look at the sea again in her whole life!"
But there you are wrong.
Above is a picture of my preferred place of residence.
Sunny Newcastle- situated smack bang between the harbour and the sea.
"Why? Why!" my parents ask (or more accurately wail) "must she always be tempting cruel fate -knowing as she does that the cruel tentacled beastie has chosen her as it's prey. "
I choose to live here- facing fortune square in the face. Though often looking from side to side for signs of rippling in the water indicating which direction the tentacled grappler may come. I love my life, and I find that it is richer for it's uncertainty and adventure.
I like to give this sea creature the benefit of the doubt. Is it my destiny to meet my doom by it's tentacle? Or is this strange creature in some benevolent way looking out for me, with a plan to claim me as one of it's own?
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