Almost forgot until today that my lovely friends Grainne and Thom picked me up this present -A vegan baking book! "Ms. Cupcake -The Naughtiest Vegan Cakes in Town!"
Flicking through the pages, there is some awesome looking cake, muffins and cupcake recipes... Can't wait to get started on making some of them! Will keeps yous updated with how I get on and of course, recipes to follow :)
Living with disability and chronic pain in Ireland. Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, chiari malformation, hip dysplasia, dysautonomia, hiatal hernia/ GERD etc. Taking part in the campaign to reclaim the word cripple as a positive. Ex cancer patient (Hodgkin lymphoma). Very pro-choice #RepealThe8th. Atheist/ sceptic/ scientific thinker/ anti dangerous woo. Love art, photography, animals and vintage toys. Trekkie in between all that... May contain sarcasm and crappy puns.
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Saturday, 14 June 2014
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Thursday, 29 May 2014
100 days of happiness... Day 7: The Rise of the Sidhe (by Christina George)
A friend of mine has written a book, and of course I'm super proud! :) She recently released it for sale on paper back, and I only got around to buying a copy today -So naturally enough, this is my happy thing for today! Cannot wait until I receive it in the post!
Here's an extract (chapter 2, taken from the website):
The Rise of the Sidhe
The light up ahead now was a welcome sight. The cool air refreshed his skin as he finally reached the mouth of the shaft, his eyes revolting against the harshness of the afternoon sun. He breathed the air deeply, and headed towards his digs to report to Carter, who at least would understand. The bustle and noise was welcome for once as he made his way along the labyrinth of high mud walls. He sometimes felt like a rat in a run when he walked along the trenches, and there were plenty of rats scuttling in and out of the nooks and crannies for him to feel the notion was based in reality.
He was pulled from his thoughts as a teenage boy bellowed at him from up ahead, ‘You Captain O’Neal?’ Bran almost kept walking. Sometimes he forgot that he was O’Neal, it being the first name that had come to mind as he signed up on that grim London street two years ago. ‘Yeah, I’m O’Neal,’ he yelled over the tumult of noise as the men ran to and fro in preparation for another attack.
‘Mills wants you to report to him immediately,’ the young boy replied in his broad cockney accent. He nodded in assent. He would have to face the music now and
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