Sometimes you compromise to the point of forgetting who the real you is.... don't let this happen. You want Chinese, he wants Indian ... one of you can compromise your first choice and that would be classed as civil; working together for the bigger picture. Try not, however, to change your whole personality or outlook… Continue reading Don’t lose yourself..
When you're stood on top of the World Trade Centre, with no knowledge that in three years time it won't be there..... Thirteen years later, your daughter visits Ground Zero and listens to an emotive and powerful lecture during a geography school trip.... <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lecture/">Lecture</a>
... is what I miss about the days I owned my own horse. Last thing at night, I would open the back door and - lucky to have stables so close - I would hear the familiar deep throaty yet soft noise he would emit at my approach. Yes I would be about to tie… Continue reading Soft nostrils and warm hay breath…
I've always loved nice nails. Today I've had them painted purple. Having had horses in my life from my early twenties for the following quarter century, I knew what having broken chipped nails at the end of chapped hands felt like. It wasn't girly. They were the hands of hard work. But I welcome the… Continue reading The streets are paved with purple nails 💜
But it might leave you peckish if you haven't had breakfast... Nothing like a Shell garage heated-too-quickly snack to fill a hole, and burn the roof of your mouth. What is it about the sanctuary of your own car as a teensy place to sit and contemplate stuff? Builders en route to work, wearing the… Continue reading 24 hours with Viola won’t cost you $1,000,000
Heavy eyelids gave only a little away as to what the new day may hold but as she took that first deep breath and exhaled slowly and stretched, cool air kissed her shoulders and the view outside became clearer. Narnia! Dark green firs dusted with snow reminded her of granny's Christmas cake decorations and pushing… Continue reading The Tiger, The Author and The Typewriter
You have to read this!! Trust me, I'm a doctor, of funny bones. Mike2all writes in such a style, recalling events in his life past and present, choosing to share them encased in a type of humour which is right up my street. I promise I wouldn't share with you, my precious friends, anything… Continue reading I just fell off my swivel chair from laughing out loud; seriously!
Wanted to mark the end of the weekend with you.. here, one mouthful for me and one for you; open wide! Actually, I've got a headache, a full-on beastie migraine. So maybe we can recreate that scene from '9 1/2 Weeks' another time (does this phone keyboard not have fractions?). I do suffer with migraines… Continue reading Strawberries & Cream…. let’s just pop that on your tongue 🍓🍓💋💋
They've gone, they've gone! The relatives have finally departed; early by some standards perhaps, but my now evident virus has gripped its spiky fingers around my tonsils and filled my skull with cotton wool, so I am grateful to be lying on the sofa listening to the air drawing through the woodburner like some distant… Continue reading Thank you and Goodnight….
My small boy who weighed 8lb 11oz at birth turns 18 at the end of this month. That same small boy who used to squeeze himself into a yard bucket aged around 4, was a spindly thing yet athletic and brave. Always smiling, happy in company or with his own (*goes off to find photo*).… Continue reading 18 or 48