cement pond

I wept at age eleven

My letter wasn’t there

I’d been waiting since age seven

No Hogwarts letter, how unfair

I sobbed at age thirteen

The Doctor wasn’t there

I’d wished upon a shooting star

He’s rescue me through a prayer

I cried when Sherlock met the cement

And the Ponds zipped back in time

I wailed through Loki’s torment

And as Frodo continued to climb

I bawled when Dumbledore croaked his last breath

And when Moriarty would make a fuss

I blubbered while Snape easily embraced death

They aren’t just stories to us

I wept at age eleven

My letter wasn’t there

I’ve waited since age seven

No Hogwarts letter, how unfair

I sobbed at age thirteen

The Doctor wasn’t there

I’d wished upon a shooting star

He’d rescue me through a prayer

I cried when Sherlock hit the cement

And the Ponds zipped back in time

I wailed through Loki’s endless torment

And as Frodo continued to climb

I bawled when Dumbledore croaked his last breath

And when Moriarty would make a fuss

I blubbered while Snape embraced death easily

They are not just stories to us

Where Are They Now? 🌏🌍🌎  Portugal? 🇵🇹 Não dessa vez...  Italy? 🇮🇹 Scusa no...  Winnipeg Manitoba Canada? F’n A! ⛱

Forget crowded European beaches. The Frasers know the hottest vacation spot on earth is @boyneriver‘s pool!

Claire, Jamie, Eddie and The Triplets spend a wonderful summer day, hanging out sort of personally in boyneriver’s cement pond. Photo: @boyneriver

Fed up with cyber-stalkers, info-miners, and the first actor to play Captain Kirk, the Frasers are spending their vacation in an exclusive and intimate setting People of Earth couldn’t help but envy.

In keeping with their faithful adherence to all the world’s rules and dictum, the Frasers are enjoying loud music, cocktails, beverages in glass containers, and delicious barbecued food in and around the pool. They’re taking much delight in shooting video of other pool users and/or watching their every move - wet and dry - through high-powered binoculars. They’re speaking as loudly as they damn well please on their cell phones, thank you very much. And the number of people in the pool at any given time never prevents them from enjoying snorkelling with their fab hot pink flippers and mask. Details of their equipment and picnic ware would be so much easier to appreciate if boyneriver would learn to take decent photographs. Don’t hold your breath… says pretty much no one at a swimming pool.

Privacy is key to the Frasers’ making the most of their wonderful vacation, so they are not sharing boyneriver’s home address, nor will they lay a path of breadcrumbs - actual or virtual - to her front door. Ya snooze, ya lose.

Notes:

Contrary to the title, content, and general jackassedness of this post, boyneriver does not confuse Cait with Claire, nor Sam with Jamie, like profitable gossip rags tend to do. Although few People of Earth would relate, boyneriver knows exactly what she means when she writes riveting stories and/or her typical drivel in her unprofitable gossip rags Tumblring posts.

boyneriver also reiterates she owns what she says they’re married, even when she’s wrong. She has references to prove it!