Thursday, 4 August 2016

Sing along Saturday!

I’ve composed a song, Why are you grinning? I really have. Listen, it goes like this.


OK, so that was a bit out of tune but  you can’t actually hear me, so you’ll have to believe me when I say... it was pretty good.....or ‘sick’ as the new generation says. (why is that?)

So. all together now…….

PS. I've come up with a yet another idea to make using mobile telephones on the street safer, but you'll have to wait to find out about it until MMT supplies us with a fitting prompt word.


For Sunday Scribblings 2 where the prompt word is compose

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Thursday, 30 June 2016

Hello!

At Sunday Scribblings2 this week’s word is ...not telling you!



I’ve had a good idea! Don’t laugh, I do sometimes. We girls should have our own dating service. Not for dating each other – not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. No, it’s a website where only men advertise their assets themselves, and only women can chat them up. Get it? And guess what it’s going to be called...drum roll....



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Friday, 13 May 2016

Stuff

At Sunday Scribblings the Second, the given word is 'letters'. My initial thought was to write a piece about a priest entitled 'Letters pray' but I changed my mind.





Do you get letters? I don't. I asked the kids in my class if they had ever
written a letter, and Johnny said yes, he wrote the letter J on his locker door yesterday. 

My friend Keith writes letters; mind you. he is getting on a bit. He probably uses one of those feathery pens! Seriously though, he really does write regularly in pen and ink to a number of fellow bloggers in America and India. 

When did a letter last land on your doormat? All I get is stuff advertising stuff I don't want. Or bills which I also don’t want. Stuff them I say. 

I still have the Parker pen I was given on my 21st birthday. It's tortoise shell and gold. How smart is that? I also have an ancient bottle of Quink - that's posh person's ink in case you’ve forgotten. Queen's ink maybe! I remember squeezing the rubber tube in the pen once and realising why it was called a fountain pen. I've even got a blotter -  not that it was much help to my white blouse that day.

So how about we have a shot at writing a letter to each other? Perhaps not!




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Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Wobbly Wosey!

As well as writing this for Three Word Wednesday, I am also sneaking in the back door of the A-Z Challenge where I’m not a signed up participant. Please don’t tell on me, I don’t want the Challenge Police knocking on my computer screen!

What a nightmare! There I was wending my way along the promenade on my bike when I started wobbling. It happens now and again. Suddenly I walloped the little brickie bit in front of a flower bed. OMG. I went flying, and ended up sitting in the wallflowers with a tear in my tights and a tender derriere. I felt a complete wooz.  Anyway, I ignored the amused stares of the onlookers, and the terrified tantrum of the child I just missed, and climbed back on my bicycle. Unfortunately, the front wheel had adopted a new shape, sort of ovalish. So off I went bobbing up and down and up and down and up and down.

Which reminds me, did I tell you about when for a laugh I borrowed my Gran’s mobility shopping ride-on scooter thing?

Friday, 22 April 2016

Too late!

I'm  too late to take part. It's the story of my life. Keefie is to blame of course - you know him as Keith's Ramblings by the way.  I told him to tell me when the A-Z Challenge was due to start. But did he? He totally forgot, or so he said. Total tosh I say! He didn't want the competition! 

Now I feel guilty for moaning about him . Not very guilty, but guilty just the same. You see, we actually are best mates. He's the same age as my ancient father, but you wouldn't know it; obviously, because you've never seen him! Hehe! Seriously though, I really treasure our friendship. 

Now I'm getting tearful. Get your act together Rosey you twerp! To have a true friend without any complications is special indeed. A friend that doesn't judge. A friend that  tolerates my inadvertent eccentricities. A friend that is - a friend. A true friend. Keefie.


Friday, 1 April 2016

Dreaming...

At Friday Fictioneers, the photo prompt comes to us courtesy of  Marie Gail Stratford. Rochelle is our host










I was sitting outside Starbucks cradling a mug of coffee. The rain-sodden street was filled with bustling shoppers. A girl caught my eye; she carried a bright yellow umbrella. I realised she was looking at me. She held out her hand. 'Come’ she said. ‘Fly with me’.

I stood, my hand in hers. As we drifted upwards, I looked down at the miserable scene below. I looked up and her yellow umbrella beamed golden sunlight onto my face. A sense of warmth spread through my body.

It was then I realised I’d spilt coffee in my lap and everything had returned to normal.


Tuesday, 29 March 2016

I was only joking Mother!

At Magpie Tales, the prompt is a picture by one David Ligare.










My mother is well known for expressing herself in a somewhat roundabout way. 

Like yesterday, Easter Sunday. I popped round to the parents with some seasonal chockies as you do, and Mother dearest said “I took bread and wine this morning”

“Not from Mr. Patel's corner shop I hope” I said.

I was of course, attempting a witticism, but Mother thought I had taken her comment as a confession of shoplifting! She got very flustered.

“Sorry Mum" I said. "I was only joking. So, you took a bottle of Merlot and a couple of loaves over to the food bank”  Gag number two misfired.

“No Rosey, I went to church and took Holy Communion” she spluttered.

My Father issued me with a mild  reprimand albeit with a grin on his face. He then asked if I was stopping for lunch. Feeling extremely hungry I said “Yes please, I could eat the hind leg off a donkey". 

Mother looked at me and said “Actually dear we are having the hind leg of a  lamb!” Then she  burst into laughter. Then with a quizzical expression on her face she said "But Rosey dear, you are a vegetarian"

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