"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost, The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost, From the ashes a fire shall awaken, a light from the shadow shall spring, Renewed shall the blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. JRR Tolkein." I joined Facebook recently, and in the little bit at the top of the page, you say what you're doing or how you're feeling. I found myself making up silly things because talking about taking the gunge out of the plughole, cleaning the toilet or peeling spuds seemed dreary in the extreme. I became a genius over night in that tiny space! (I did, honest!) There was speculation that I was on drugs or that I'd been hypnotised by some crazy underworld criminal mastermind! My daily scrawl being obscure and wild baby! Anyway, somehow a link to this site came up and liberated me from my daily status and let me play! Thank you so much because I does so much love to write!