Yes, WP. I’m one of the first to complain when you press the repeat tab, but this time, it’s cool with me…and that’s because I can write it differently..with no expense spared..No not the I’ve a private jet and super-yacht expense…Just more than I have.
The location would be on the edge of a market town, so I could walk for retail one way and to the beach the other.
The house ( old school house or chapel) itself is going to be bordering on minimalistic. High-end fittings and fixtures by craftsmen.
Simple blinds and shutters. Linen bed sheets.
There would be one room where beautiful darkness would take over. Rich velvet drapes and squishy sofas. A fireplace with an aesthetically pleasing fitting of some description. Log type? Flames? Don’t know yet. The screen would not be of obscene proportion, just comfortable.
The family kitchen would feature a six-door Aga. The colour? Maybe turquoise. And a huge rectory table.
Outside, the mostly lawn walled garden would have trees that showed blossom when they’re ready. An oak tree. Some Passion flowers. It would be a heavenly place for zoomies. And at the end would be a small private wooded area for all wildlife to live safely.
And there you have it. Just a peak of a home for us.
Here we are at last September! I say ‘ at last’ because in my little mind, it’s been a long time coming.
Yes, you are right, I am the first person to chime ‘ don’t go wishing your life away’ but there are limits. August has surely been the longest month known to man?
We have had the kind of summer Brits could only dream of. Months upon months of sunshine…hot sunshine.
Having a sun-kissed look was nice. Healthy looking, I’d say. But I got a bit crispy at one stage, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.
I’d always preach that getting enough light was important as well. Too much darkness just invites the gremlins in, carrying bucket loads of depression to leave at the doors of the vulnerable.
And there we have it. Too much of a good thing isn’t the way to go.
I will break some rules and look forward to less light for a while, to drawing the curtains late afternoon and embracing the cold….but I don’t know how long it will last.
A double-whammy for me with this DP. Thank you WP. Patch, Patches, The Patches, Himself, His Nibs. Bless his little heart, he brings me joy and has in the past brought me to tears – proper go to the hospital and get stitched up kinda tears.
He was advertised on a charity Rescue site as a ‘small dog’. The younger version of him was more lithe, and his head is definitely Jack Russell, so from his pic I thought maybe he was crossed with one of those long-legged JR’s.
I went to meet him and was quite taken back by his size ( turns out he is a JR/Beagle cross..hence as he has aged he has become very thick set) I’d really wanted a smaller dog this time, but of course, having set eyes on him, my heart was taken. He was mine.
The charity had an animal behaviourist ( what a joke and certainly another story there!) and Patch had come through as an unwanted dog from one of his private clients.
On the day Patch arrived, the behavourist talked a lot and said nothing. Everything I tried to say or ask something, he shut me down.
It was early evening on our first day together. All seemed well. I was in the kitchen at the sink. Patch was as far as I know just milling around. Then there was a little nudge at the back of my knee. ‘ Aww’ I thought. ‘ How cute, he loves me already’.
Wrong! I turned with a smile and warmth in my heart only to be confronted by a very angry dog. Whoa! I grabbed a nearby hand towell and pretty much fed that to him until he backed down. Great!
That was the first of many tantrums. Some more serious than others..and I can tell you something- his teeth were sharp, he didn’t let go…and it hurt.
I’m his 4th mom and he’s been with me getting on for 5 years and only now do I feel his anger and upset with the world has abated…
Maybe Francis de Sales – the patron saint of writers – has ushered me into the room, given me a quill and parchment, and shown me to a table and chair?
Or perhaps it is now the right time in my life to show up each day and put pen to paper?
Either way, I’m having a blast.
Somewhere deep in my soul, I’ve felt writing to be my vehicle of choice to express myself best. Innate, maybe?
So, WP the answer to today’s DP is… it makes me happy!
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
The interview questions were sent out ahead of time. Just like the professionals do, I believe.
A friend had accepted the invitation to participate in today’s prompt. All was well, and then it came. I felt maybe my interviewee was having second thoughts, so I offered her the ‘ get out of jail’ card and she accepted.
But not to worry, eh? I can still write about the interview that never happened.
I get it though. Us bloggers show up every day to ‘ spill our guts’ ( horrible expression that, don’t you think? ( An Americanism)) as natural as you like. It’s what we do.
But we are not all the same, are we?
*I’d like to thank said friend for her time contemplating those questions.
The rain is torrential, and Patches is ready to go. But what to do? I’m not a fairweather dog walker by any stretch of the imagination, but we are talking rain of biblical proportions here.
I had set my sights on achieving much today, getting Autumn-ready around my home. But a disturbed night’s sleep has left feeling weary. It is going to be a slow day, I think, or at least a very slow start to the day…
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
WordPress! I am sure you have asked this question in one form or another many times over the last month or so.
At the risk of readers glazing over, I will try and find a new route into and out of this DP.
As some folk may remember, I like listening to the birds whilst drinking a huge mug of coffee before I get up and take Patches out. Habits set in stone there.
Then it’s back home, and just before I give breakfast to Himself and the birds, I cut myself a piece of cold Halloumi straight out of packet. Bliss. That lovely salty taste kick starts the day for real.
I do aspire to be a vegan…and am mostly there. I just need to try harder to find a substitute that does the trick so well.
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
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