LARGE animal practicioner. Which part of LARGE animal practicioner don't people understand? It says so in my ads, my cv, and I tell them on the phone. LARGE animals. COWS!



NOT small fluffy cute adorable sweet precious endearing cats or dogs or anything else that is not a RUMINANT!

Whee! We had five minutes of snowing yesterday!

The mailman finally brought the copy of 'Swift and Bold, the 60th Rifles during the Peninsular War' I ordered this summer... one has to admire life's timing.

And I went to the Weihnachtsmarkt in Heidelberg!

( Warning, pics of dubious quality (Glühwein and hot mead and cocktails do not improve photographic skills) )

The mailman just came through... and brought me a pretty letter from the jobcenter, inviting me to an interview with my personal idiot.. AT 11:45h TODAY. *SCREAMS*

*note to self: invent time travel*

*cuddles Kincaid* Bless his scribbling fingers!

( July, 1812 )

THERE WERE ZOMBIES IN THE PENINSULA, TOO!



'Adventures in the Rifle Brigade', Kincaid:

I know not what appearances the burning rafters might have reflected on the neighbouring trees
at the time, but he had not been long on his post before he came running into the piquet, and swore, by all the saints in the calendar, that he saw six dead Frenchmen advancing upon him with hatchets over their shoulders !

*bounces* Started reading Kincaid's "Adventures in the Rifle Brigade", yay!

It's so much fun!

( Discipline in the navy )

( on madwomen )

( and having no women )

OMG Sherer is such a Wellie fanboy I'm surprised he survived the war...

( Sherer sees Wellie a second time )

9.11. so many things happened ... Schicksalstag

20 years. it feels much longer and much shorter at the same time... I wish I was eloquent, to put my feelings and thoughts into words... but I can't.

Sherer sees Wellie the first time... *grins*

( Death to the Fanboys! )

Joseph Moyle Sherer (he who wrote: "Military memoirs of Field Marshal, the Duke of Wellington") arriving in the Peninsula in 1809:

The next day was full of the bustle of preparation. All our heavy baggage had already been left in England, and we now received a fresh order to disencumber ourselves of every thing, not absolutely necessary. My brother subaltern and I had a small baggage mule lightly laden, between us, and in this, the infancy of our zeal, we carried knapsacks ; four of us formed a small social mess, and had the comfort of a canteen ; but neither officers or men, at this period, had tents, and no one except field officers and adjutants were mounted. One mule per company, with camp kettles and the few baggage animals of the officers formed the whole of our incumbrance.

...I think Brady's and Jaeger's mule wants some more attention, the poor dear... *has evil thoughts*

International relations, AD 1802

From A Compendium of the Law of Nations

( Prisoners and Parole )

*panics*

ETA: ow

ETAETA: OMG I FOUND THE SUPPLEMENTARY DISPATCHES VOLUME 6 1807 to 1810
SQUEE!

Whee! One year ago there was the first reply to v Lossow's first post! I was soo exited! It didn't play out as I thougth (I thought more along these lines), but having someone kidnapped by stray french grenadiers was fun, too!