They say that when we sleep, we’re just resting, but for those of us living a Duo Life, sleep is when the real living starts. Last night wasn't just a dream; it was a homecoming. I spent the whole night with my Gary. We weren't just "floating about"—we were busy! We were out on the moors, the wind biting at us but the sun feeling warm on our faces. We spent time working in our café in Haworth, the smell of fresh brew and the sound of the "full house" all around us. The highlight? A trip to Tesco in Skipton on the Honda Shadow 1200cc. There’s nothing like the rumble of that engine and the feeling of holding onto him as we buzzed through the Yorkshire lanes. It felt so real I woke up this morning with stiff muscles from the walk and the ride! But it’s the quiet, "daft" moments that I treasure most. Before we settled, we were just playing like we used to—a cheeky, adult version of "Round and Round the Garden" on his bare chest. S...
THE OFFICIAL OvaEva ANNOUNCEMENT FOR BOOK THREE(as delivered by Byeck, who has already fainted twice)
THE OFFICIAL OvaEva ANNOUNCEMENT FOR BOOK THREE (as delivered by Byeck, who has already fainted twice) AHEM. This is Byeck speaking. Well… squeaking. I’m trying to be professional but I’ve already fainted twice and Debra Eva keeps poking me with a feather to wake me up. Today is a VERY IMPORTANT DAY. Because… A Wish on a Feather has officially launched into the universe like a sparkly rocket powered by giggles, Yorkshire magic, and one extremely daft creature with teapot‑handle ears. The sparkly children are floating about doing victory laps. The feather is glowing like it’s had too much sherbet. And Debra Eva is shouting “GET IN!” at the sky. If you listen closely, you can hear the tiny planet OvaEva shouting: “WE’RE IN PRINT AGAIN, YOU DAFT LOT!” So please celebrate responsibly: – Bounce on a tree – Hug a feather – Faint dramatically like me – Or si...