In a post the other day, I wrote that I wish I had not been so generous in the past. What I meant was I’d be better off today, not that I begrudge a cent spent on treating others, because I enjoyed it. It was my pleasure.🎁
More than a word
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
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Tonight’s the night..
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.
Just the one word today
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
Straight to the point for you today, WP. That trait? Meanspirited.
In an ideal world
Describe your ideal week.
The list just kept on growing. An ideal week, you ask. WP come on! There is plenty to do and plenty to see… but do you know what?
I’d settle for a guaranteed week of no incidents or accidents, no drama, no shocks, or nasty surprises….plus good health for all. Wouldn’t that be something?
Cutting ties?
The undersea cables reported to have been cut near Jeddah…..Does this have anything to do with WP being so quiet today, do you think?
The day darkened
The full Harvest Moon last night was stunning. I saw it twice in different parts of the sky. Both times, I was mesmerised by its absolute beauty. It’s power.
Today, we were treated to a spectacular start to the day. Perfect, really. A cloudless sky, beautiful sunshine, and only a whisper of a breeze and a smidgen of bite in the air.
The morning was ideal to go further afield to give Himself a change of scene. We only drove for less than five minutes to find a footpath sign I hadn’t seen before. We parked up and set off for a stroll into unknown territory.
The path was more of a private road between cottages. It led up hill, where it stopped at a five-bar gate and an opening to the side. Ahead looked to be a country type of industrial estate. Sparse but for several huge buildings.
In the distance coming towards us was an enormous double-decker transporter. We waited for it to pass us on the corner, and as it did so I immediately saw the grills on the side, which said to me livestock. My heart lurched, and then the sight of a mass of pigs with their noses to the light finished me off. And that old heart of mine just sank.
What had been a joyous and beautiful morning had vanished.
Pigs are so bright, the intelligence of a five year old child, they say. During loading, they would have sensed everything was all wrong. The journey to disturb them even further and then they would have smelt something to put the fear of death in them.
Under the Harvest Moon.
I loved the Harvest Festival at primary school. It was the only assembly I understood. Giving thanks for the harvest. Made sense to me. The rest of the year crammed into the hall day in day out meant nothing. Well. I guess Christmas was exciting, but I was a child.
‘We plough the fields and scatter, the good seed on the land‘. What a joyous song to sing at the start of the day.
In the centre of the stage would stand a huge loaf of bread shaped into a sheaf of wheat made by a local baker. I loved to see that. It was surrounded by the open shoe boxes we had filled at home with jars and tins and made to look pretty. Later, they would be taken out into the community for the elder folk.
Yes, even at an early age, I understood gratitude.
She was Britain’s youngest athlete
Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why
Ellie Simmonds gets my vote. In Bejing in the 2008 summer paralympics, at just thirteen years of age, she won two gold medals, then went on to win three more gold,a silver,and two bronze ( Paralympic medals)
Born with Achondroplasia- small stature in 1994 and adopted at three months by a West Midlands couple who cherished their new daughter and encouraged her desire and ability to swim.
Today Ellie is named Aqua Owl by the Girl Guides, and she is an ambassador for The Prince’s Trust, WaterAid (a magnificent charity), and The Scouts Association.
Since retiring a healthy career in TV has followed, she has made documentaries and taken part in fun shows.
A true star in and out of the water, this lady has my respect. Totally.
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
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