They were good times, Covent Garden, Oxford Street, not a stone unturned, a welcoming shop not missed.

Oh London Town, what fun we had!

You need to find a certain kind of person to be a truly matched shopping pal. I was lucky, I had the best.

Straight from the breakfast table of a central hotel, we were pounding the pavements in minutes. I remember the days as always being sunny and dry. But maybe that’s what my memory wants to hold onto and that’s fine by me. It makes the picture even more joyous.

One day, purchases yet to me made we stopped for coffee. The name of the place escapes me, but I can see it clearly, down an escalator to a spacious seating area. Without the distraction of devices around us there was a chatter. In the background, music, probably. And then it was disrupted with the breaking news that Kirsty McColl has been killed in a boating or maybe jet ski accident. It was quite a shocking moment. I imagine we looked at each other with a mutual sadness, maybe quiet for a while, as life reminded us how fragile is can be.

We picked ourselves up, brushed ourselves off and continued with the day, our moods lifting as we enjoyed our companionship.

That day in question I have no recollection of where we went for a snack, maybe the little road off Regent Street. Constantly in the search of the perfect jacket potatoes was my cherished friend. It made me smile. It still does.

Refreshed and nourished we would continue our quest. A glance at a shop front, over the threshold and we were off. She one way, me another. Occasionally we would catch each others eye, or gesture we were off to try something on.

And so the day would continue as we built up our assortment of colourful carrier bags, shiny and new.They were a thing back then. Not demonised as they are today.

With energy and alloted finances spent we would head off to a special little place. A London boozer, with a snug, for two. There with a pint of the finest they had to offer, we would excitedly unpack our spoils.

How the memories of those days stay with me.Vivid, like it was only yesterday.

Today I am going to use this space for something else.

I’ve only had this particular blog for just over a month. WordPress looks a little different to the days I had the others. Especially the Daily Prompt. I don’t remember it from before. I love it! But it certainly distracts me from writing my own stuff. That’s okay for now.

However I am puzzled by a few things about DP…They ask us a question and then give us the option to read what other people have written…and it is here that my curiosity was stirred.

Firstly I noticed that some folk write absolutely nothing but the title given to us and yet get endless ‘likes’. This post of mine today isn’t about ‘likes’ in the adoration sense. Not the way it seems to be so very important to the young on Socials. But who are they, these strange beings who ‘ like’ nada? Zero content? Nothing, an empty page?

With my Sherlock hat on one day I decided to investigate. I scrolled through all the responses and took note of all the Zeroes to Heroes. Turns out the adulation was coming from pretty much the same ‘ people’ everyday….Then I looked at the most reactions to posts and there they were, the same bunch.The easily pleased space cadets.

I’m loving our Dashboards where we get to see all the interest in our blog recorded. The visitors, the likes and the views. It fascinates me to see the world map as it shows where you are all literally coming from.

I am now going to ask you to do me a favour as I continue my look into this strange daily occurrence. If you have read this far, I thank you..Now will you Like this post and put an emoji in the comment box? It will give me some insight to the workings of the Daily Prompt, here on WordPress. Much appreciated.

Have a good day all x

I’ll let you know how my little experiment pans out x

Awww.. Robin is joined by a blackbird serenading me this morning 🌅

Hate is a strong word and too strong for this situation…but, I dislike people I do not know and don’t know me asking what my plans are for the weekend. The simple answer usually would be ‘ not much’..And that is exactly how I like it.

Doing nothing can be misinterpreted in all manner of ways and I really can’t be bothered with all the patter ‘ I’ve had a busy, working, transient life and now is my time, to do as I please’.

My answer to this prompt sounds trite written down here, doesn’t it? But it’s the look you may receive, the pity. ‘oh poor thing has nothing to do and no one to do it with’. 😂 Don’t worry yourself, I’ve got plenty to do, thanks.

Faliure and success ….what loaded words and concepts.

For Daily Prompts I generally put my thoughts straight onto the page, unlike Creative Writing which improves with some extra effort. Today I will write what’s jumbled in my head first off and then come back throughout the day to consider and probably add to and take away, bits n bobs.

The words failure and success can have emotional meaning beyond their literal definitions. Think about how advertising companies use persuasive writing to manipulate potential customers/clients.

How does one define success, exactly? And which success are we refering to? Constant, one time, sometime, occasional all time?Fifty shades of success, I suggest. Failure? Do we always see it as absolute and not acknowledge the success which may have come beforehand?

Imagine this…A business is established, the owners work hard and it becomes a success. Years later it fails because the business’s customers don’t or can’t pay their invoices. Looking back do you view/judge that business as the success it grew to be or the failure it became?

In 2010 students in Finland founded Failure Day, to be celebrated on October 13th each year. To encourage their friends to see it as steps to success. Much as Albert Einstein ( 1879-1955) said.

to be continued………………………… I wanted to come back to this today.. ..life got in the way xxxx

I don’t remember where I was at the time, or when I thought to myself ‘ the second half of my life is going to be better..maybe the last bit ?’ 😂

Not objects per se, but for auditing purposes I couldn’t live without oxygen, water and food.

My dog, a faithful companion is not an object either and I’d rather not live without him.

The roof over my head, my own front door, I would not like to be without.

Three objects, then?

My reading/driving glasses, my car and internet access/device.

I’ve never stopped growing..I’m not even the same person as I was yesterday. A day older and a day wiser?