So this yellow mini I owned now links me to that madman Mr Bean… Rowan Atkinson’s hilarious but skin-crawlingly embarrassing creation 🙈
(This was taken a million years ago by the way).
What similarity do you have with a celebrity? 🥂
Part 10 is done. Some of you enjoyed it and I’m happy you did (catch it here.). I could have taken this mini series in many directions, and to be fair, I still could. For now, however, I will park the story while I concentrate on my main work in progress, a contemporary fiction set around an Italian vineyard. I am no longer stressing about John because he is with Riya and I am content about that. I’ll leave them alone now to really get to know each other.
I have books to read, writing to edit, ideas to type, ironing to ignore and my wellbeing to remember.
Feeling a little low this morning, I shared my emotional state with my online friends at the most amazing reading group called The Fiction Cafe Book Group. Within minutes, I had messages of encouragement fibre-optic-ing their way to me (its my blog; I’ll make words up if I need to!). I felt so much better and sometimes a specific aspect of life needs clarification; you knew what the answer was but needed to hear it from someone else too. This is ok. Because humans are pack animals and while we all need solitude sometimes, we also need to feel part of a clan of like minds. I get a little of that with you all here at WordPress, especially the few who take the time to say a word or two.
The book in the above photo is an anthology of short stories and was the previous choice by a member of a local book group which meets every six weeks. Tonight is the discussion for it. I’ve struggled to find time to read it because, I think, I’m itching to spend any non-work time writing. This is positive so I must not berate myself for not completing other tasks. We ask too much of ourselves sometimes and if I need to take a break from this book club, I should grab the bull by the horns, utilise my new cloak of self esteem and simply tell them.
I usually need some humour to help me back up the slopes of doom and today I found it when my son was watching one of the re-runs of TopGear, as was. I love these three stooges. The chemistry and banter between JC, JM and RH cannot be under estimated, whatever you think of the subject matter of their episodes. I’m aware JC has ruffled many feathers and is an incredibly politically incorrect character at times (and was an idiot when his fist made contact with a producer) and many people and lots of women don’t actually like him. But I do like him. A lot.
When these guys do daft things with cars, I am entertained 100%.
A handbrake test … a supposed £100 if these almost retro cars would stay put on this hill, held by handbrake alone, no engaged gear. My dad had the triumph dolomite illustrated in the first photo, which went on to fail this test miserably – as Hammond departed from the driver’s door, it rolled backwards down the hill!
My dad also had a rover SD1, which Jeremy Clarkson should be illustrating in the second photo …. he probably could have taken part in the test as instructed, but this is Jeremy, and he makes great telly!
It made me laugh.
I love to laugh.
Allow me to laugh.
Your room is warm and smells of you,
Details linger long after you are gone.
I sometimes sit and stare at the view you had,
When you lived here, the house, it shone.
Ambition flowed through your veins,
Alongside a good dose of questioning self.
You focused and aimed, letting your arrow of hope
Fly towards your goal, and achieved it no less.
I had not realised how helpless being a parent can leave you,
When no longer do you need me each day.
But I smile as I iron your bedding.
Because you love that I respect it your way.
I rarely write poetry because it requires concentration,
And rambling is more easy to write.
Also it bugs me that my head makes them rhyme,
When there are no rules, wrong or right.
Should really crack on with my work now,
Been good pausing to see if I can..
.. type off a few lines while I prepare for your return.
Won’t see you this week – I’ll be in Milan!
(Ahh .. that’s better!
Half hour fiddling about getting daughter’s bedroom ready and I’ve morphed from teeny bit down to bubbly and excited again. Because I wrote 👌🏼 – and typed some thoughts to you simultaneously! I’ll press publish, but won’t hesitate to delete later if no-one likes. While blogging is not solely about likes, it is a lot about recognition for your work. Not just by readers, but by yourselves. Hence, if no-one likes this, I shall recognise that I need to write those moments in a private diary to be burned sometime and not to waste perfectly good iCloud space and reader’s precious minutes!!) 🌸
PS … having just read an amazing blog about writing first drafts, I feel all inspired and focused again. Thank you Phoebe Morgan🥂