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.

What a tangled web they weave

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Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Goodness me, WP! Where do I start?

There are so many many lessons I wish I had learned much earlier in life.

I really don’t know where to begin…

It would have been useful to know that all is not as it seems. And ain’t that the truth? Hidden agendas, manipulation, masks all but welded to the face of some.

Incidents/events/whatever playing out totally differently to how I perceived them and now only with that wonderful hindsight I get to see the big picture.

Maybe that’s one advantage of getting older..and there aren’t many, I’m finding.

Is it because I’m brutally honest and open that I’ve just believed everyone else was too? Taken them at their word? Believed I was seeing what was actually happening?

Maybe today’s DP can be repeated many times over ( despite me whinging to the contrary) because there appears to be a whole pile of ‘ I wish I’d knowns’ just waiting to be unleashed.

Feed me now

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What are your favorite types of foods?

WP, we have chatted about this before. I remember telling you how I aspire to be vegan, but Halloumi and Feta have the upper hand. I also told you about loving Tamil and Middle Eastern breakfasts. So, what else?

Coriander has to be my favourite herb, and pumpkin seeds are my current snack of choice. I love piadina to eat with Zatar, oil, and salt, and Buddha bowls make me happy.

I had a feeling this post would just end up as a list, and I’m finding it tricky to be creative about it this morning. So, with my first coffee of the day drunk, it’s time to start the day. Let’s see if a long walk with my best buddy will stir some thoughts.

May your Sunday treat you kindly.

Why run when you can walk?

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How often do you walk or run?

Run? Nah, not happening. Simple as.

Walking, yes, WP. Every day, come rain or shine, we’re out there braving the elements.

It’s a good job I do have my canine buddy, as I doubt I’d be out three times a day on my own. Despite being at one with nature.

Once upon a time, I’d be pounding the streets of London with my perfect shopping pal. Oh yes, we did some walking back then. But those days are over.. Well, let’s never say never.

Up the garden path…

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Do you see yourself as a leader?

Seriously, WP! Do you not take any notice of anything I ever write about? I show up every day and do the DP, and you ask this.

Patch, my loyal companion is head of the household. For arguments sake, I just go along with what Himself wants to do next.

Luckily, after his first morning walk and a hearty breakfast, he likes a good nap, leaving me to my own devices for a couple of hours. Hence, I get to put pen to  paper and check out what my fellow bloggers are up to.

Patrol Leader of The Robins at Girl Guides in Birmingham, moons ago. I told you before, I loved it until they modernised the uniform and then everything changed. I felt I could not perform wearing such an underwhelming outfit of a Friday night. So that was that.

As for the rest of my life, I shall go along with what many of the guys are saying  here, and that is I believe I have led by example in some roles, and I enjoyed that. Showing someone the ropes was fun.

More than a word

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What’s your favorite word?

Patch what else could my favourite word be? Himself, His Nibs, Babe, Patches, Dude, Mate, Sweetness, Sweets, Sweetheart…..

The reply to today’s DP has been short and…sweet. I’m thinking maybe a long walk with my trusted companion will give me inspiration to write more today? I hope so. Laters my Lovelies x

Tonight’s the night..

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What are you doing this evening?

Oh, Dearest WP, if only you had asked me this question many many moons ago. Sigh!

Late afternoons spent ‘ getting ready’. The music plays, the clothes sometimes agonised over and the sitting at the dressing table make-up paraphernalia all  laid out.

Downstairs for dinner with the family and then ‘excused’ from the table and participating in the washing up, and it would be ‘ off into the night closing the door behind me’. Those  words were written by Caitlin Moran, in a novel or article, I can’t remember which, but they resonated. I could feel, hear, and see those nights with such clarity, ‘ off into the night’, cosy in my afghan coat.

Birmingham city night life was so vibrant then. Pubs and clubs spilling out onto the street. The whiff of patchouli or weed. Bands aplenty to see in multiple venues. Sometimes, a short queue here and there… The chatter, laughter, exuberance.