What makes a good leader?
‘A cowardly leader is the most dangerous of men.’
Stephen King ( 1947~ )
Author: Joey Jones
Happily owned and trained by the rescue dog I adore. Enjoying and grateful for a peaceful life at long last. In England. She/her.
43% of global arms trade is from US
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
Some of you lovely bloggers today have said that univenting algorithms would be a good idea. I concede, they certainly mess with people’s heads.
( It did cross my mind.’ I wonder if the covid kids are aware of how much they are being manipulated? There is a lot of pressure on that generation, coming from all sides – another topic for a post, I guess)
My initial thought when I read our DP was to say guns. What an idiot I am, as if taking away firearms would stop people harming each other?
Humans have harmed each other, physically mentally and emotionally from day one, I imagine.
Chinese Taoist Alchemists accidentally discovered gunpowder whilst seeking an elixir for immortality in the 9th century. By the 10th century, they were stuffing bamboo tubes with it and voila! Shooting each other.
In the late 13 century, metal barred firearms came into being, and by the 14th, true gun development was happening.
And here we are
Fur love
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Every animal I have walked with along this path called life, I have loved wholeheartedly.
And yet they have given me more
Sorted
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
My email. I love sorting, decluttering, call it what you will,but with a stylists head on. Not an officey kinda thing. So the inbox will need to wait.
Years ago, when I was about to leave a nanny’s job in Saudi. I was given a task, made for me, really.
Sheikh A and his family were moving into a seaside lux apartment, facing a mosque.
I had been there two years’ call to prayer was nothing new, but I didn’t think I could hack the early doors version. Luckily, I was headhunted for a new position in a neighbouring country.
On one particular day, I was given a lovely space in the apartment, which was to be the kids’ play room. All their kit, their toys, books, etc. had literally been collected up and dumped into the containers.
‘ Bring it on’.
I spent several hours doing my thing. Unpacking and arranging. No one had dropped by, so when they did I was soo pleased to read their faces. They were taken aback. I’d excelled myself. The space looked amazing.
I left the next day. Job done.
For the love of dogs
What is your favorite animal?
In two weeks’ time, it will be a full year since I began this blog. Turning up 356 days straight for the Daily Prompt.
WP, I am pretty sure this is the 3rd time you have asked us our favourite animal
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Sooo, just to clarify, it’s dogs, dogs, and dogs all the way for me. My old boy Patch? I’d be totally lost without him. My companion in life, my rock.
I am passionate about all animals generally, but something about the brown bear..
And the first prize goes to WP
In what ways do you communicate online?
It really depends on how the mood of the moment takes me. What it is I need or want to achieve at any given time. Much like the rest of the population, I guess.
There are platforms to catch up with old friends, to go to for a smile, for information or advice.
But WordPress is my happy place. Tackling the DP, reading my favourite bloggers’ posts, exchanging a few comments, and finding new writers whose style I understand, it’s all here.
Thank you WP for the space and fellow bloggers and buddies for turning up day after day…. and being you.
Once upon a time, many moons ago
Think back on your most memorable road trip.
OK. Let’s get this out there. I’m going to tell you about a road trip in a year, probably before your parents were born. There it is. Strange but true, lol. In our defence, we were youngsters at the time.
There were eight of us in three Kombi vans, 4 girls, 4 boys and a little kid, a girl.
Over 1800 miles one way. That’s a long ol’ stretch for Brits.
We drove through France and Spain and over to Morocco.
Take it as a given, we had a blast.
I can’t remember at what stage of this 3 month trip it was, but our menfolk, were recruited to work as extras on a movie. £20 a day, not to be sniffed at, back then.
The catch being our beautiful surfing hippy lads went off one day and came back minus their gorgeous flowing locks.
Obvs, we girls were thrilled to each be given a fabulous room in a hotel in Agadir for the duration. What a treat!.
I remember the night the boys came back off set. There were two of us crouched down on the balcony waiting to see the returning buses. To say it freaked us out is an understatement they all looked the same.
The film was March or Die with Gene Hackman and Cathrine Deneuve and Terence Hill and directed by Dick Richards.
Our boys had become French Foreign Legionaires. We had new men.
Words by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Remember Me by Christina Rossetti 1830~1894
Give me a minute
What snack would you eat right now?
At this moment in time, I’m not in snack-needed-mode, but thank you, WP.
Coming up to 6.30am on a dark cold January morning, two large coffees in, is enough for now.
Patch can’t quite decide if to get up or not, but I think it’s only heading one way and before I know it he will be giving me three minutes to sort myself before he wants out.
Snacks can wait. Maybe later, if I need something salty to fill a gap I will reach for some olives, something sweet, it will be dates.
Snacking can go two ways. It’s relatively nutrious and fills a gap. Regulating sugar levels and providing energy during the lows, or else with a life of its own and becoming addictive, stuffing your body with rubbish.
I simply don’t buy cakes, biscuits, crisps or beige food that will speak to me through the kitchen cupboard door. They will have the upper hand, and I find I’m not happy until I have seen them off. Best I don’t put them in temptations way to start with.
With words by Edgar A. Guest
Come up with a crazy business idea.
Oh dear WP!..I just can’t get my ahead around this DP today. There is zero in the tank, so forgive me whilst I go off-piste.
Back in time, there were discrepancies about the original author of this poem Today, historians and librarians give credit to British born American Edgar A. Guest ( 1881-1959)
Keep Going
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must—but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
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