And what’s wrong with a cemetery? In Victorian times, they were designed as parks, intended to be visited, even if not visiting the grave of of someone you knew. Many such cemeteries are still open and are still lovely places to spend time.
With all the noise they are making, it’s a wonder that Amelia can’t hear them. She must be reading a mystery or a horror book and wants the atmosphere. 🙂
Dead people are great at keeping things quiet! [chirp]
Now she is really trying to freak you out. 😉
She’s got me wonderin’ what’s up. And I’m privy to the story line.
A cemetery or a cementery. A cementery is where they manufacture cement
You had me worried, Tony. I thought I misspelled cemetery.
And what’s wrong with a cemetery? In Victorian times, they were designed as parks, intended to be visited, even if not visiting the grave of of someone you knew. Many such cemeteries are still open and are still lovely places to spend time.
Huh… interesting. I think I’ve heard that. Weren’t those Victorians obsessed with death during that period of time?
I don’t know what’s creepier. A cemetery or Amelia sitting in a cemetery.
Both in my book, are equally creepy. But she’s a strange girl.
With all the noise they are making, it’s a wonder that Amelia can’t hear them. She must be reading a mystery or a horror book and wants the atmosphere. 🙂
yeah. They are the worst sneaker-arounders ever.
Dun dun dunnnn!
… dunn dunnnn duuuun duuun dunnn…..
On a nigh- day, just like this, 20 years ago….
Good start.