My dear love, I know where there is “Anthracite” that still burns for you - hotter each day.
I love you dear one.
Your Una.
I know and I, you.
I do miss my coal stove, but the main reason I dropped the “anthracite” word in was because of you…I love you. Even talking about anthracite coal & my little coal stove makes me feel closer to you.
For me, the worst thing about yesterday was that you were scared & couldn’t reach me. I was too hazy at first to feel overly worried and the fact that I might have died doesn’t seem overly real to me and so doesn’t really bother me. What you went through worrying about me, does, because I know how I would feel if it happened to you and I couldn’t reach you. And because you were worried (mostly) unnecessarily.
I miss you, little one. I love you so much.
Your
Fierra.
Aw. I miss you too.
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Dude, you just summed up my life.
Glad to hear that your feeling better, Fi, and in recognition of your brave battle with the little orange blinking light, I shall trip over a curb in a drunken state in Belfast tonight.
Glad you’re doing better Fierra.
If it’s any consolation, this thread has convinced me to finally get off my butt and go get some CO detectors.
Sorry to hear about your various ordeals, fierra and Una, and I’m glad to hear you’ve both recovered with no longterm effects.
Yes, the London weather lately has been miserable and cold. I blame the Labour government, frankly…