The RNLI have noticed huge issues with AI tide advice.

As ever, AI means arseholes involved.

We should have no surprise that the city dreams itself as being beside the ocean even when it is miles from the salt-kissed shore. We should have no surprise the city dreams itself as being bordered with Ancient Egypt or Faery. In its nightly shifting of streets, our stories dance and sing.

Among the many others it is also home to The Established Embassy of the Summer Court (a door upon which @marcovisconti.org and I will one day knock and demand admittance).

For the record Weychester is also known to be home to the following secretive if not entirely secret societies:
The Red Lodge
The Woodwose Guild
Society of Aetheric Explorers
The Ancient Order of Scryers
Pillars of Obsidian (much sniggered about for being able to be reduced to the acronym POO)

My Dad walked out on us when I was four. This would have been such a help as a teenager.

Pure joy. Absolutely pure, cynicism melting joy.

And yes, we know supporting a team is always a mix of highs and those, but honestly, a high like this melts your cynicism, takes you to a place of pure joy and gratefulness.

You are not the only one who is teary.