My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, I think the family were taking CHARADES a little too seriously!
AN ANGEL IS NOT JUST FOR LIFE, IT’S FOR CHRISTMAS my dear ladies and occasional gentleman, what an ideal present a book is. This story has an emotional and sad start but as it moves into the present day the past is resolved. Celia, her friends and other villagers caper through this adventure with lots of laughs along the way until she finds an Angel.
Celia Finds an Angel (UK)
Our local small market town is hosting a ‘GRINCHMAS’ in the first week of December, with MAKERS and their wonderful GIFTS on offer in our PANNIER market, CAROLS and lighting the CHRISTMAS tree in the square.
Do you think it’s acceptable for a woman of MY AGE to dress up as a LADY TROLL from WHOVILLE?
I’m positive it’s FINE , to wear a PINK WIG, SKATER SKIRT & PINK TIGHTS.
I’ve sorted a costume for Ronald but he is being difficult about his TIGHTS!
EXCITING indeed my dear ladies and occasional gentleman.
My dear friend RICHARD DEES the well know SCI-FI with a humorous twist author (Andora Pett series a must read) has very kindly featured my dear friend Glenda Barnett in his INDIE SHOWCASE.
Many of you know Glenda is my little ghostly writer who pens my adventures and life in our village St Urith With Well in deepest DEVON.
Please click on the blue Indie Showcase.
Oops, there goes my LUNCH, Ronald has just tipped my cup of SOUP down the sink. He thought it was the dregs of my TEA.
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, why are so many people wearing BACKPACKS?
My AMERICAN friends, I salute your Dick Kelty the INNOVATOR of the BACKPACK.
BUT and it’s a BIG BUT he invented it for people who go HIKING or CAMPING – NOT for short BUS rides to PORTOFINO!
A SLIGHT young man, back bent backwards by the weight of his BACKPACK and his companion was standing on our crowded bus from the train station to PORTOFINO. Every time he turned to look at the beautiful scenery out of the window he TOOK THREE PEOPLE OUT.
A FEISTY Italian lady who was in danger of missing her stop had to resort to the traditional method of a SHARP BLOW to the back of the KNEES; bringing him down on his back like an UPENDED TURTLE.
I lost COUNT of the number of TIMES I was BIFFED, BASHED or SQUISHED by the DAMN THINGS. WHAT the HECK is in the FISHING things?
Even on the PLANE, it’s a STRUGGLE to fit my SLIM SUITCASE in the OVERHEAD locker with the BULGING, MULTI POCKET, METAL TUBED, PADDED STRAPPED BACKPACK.
WHO NEEDS a BACKPACK when wandering the beautiful City of GENOA, or meandering along the SEAFRONT of PORTOFINO.
I mean one is never further than a couple of feet from WATER, FOOD, ALCOHOL or a DEFIBRILLATOR these days.
A BACKPACK is APPROPRIATE for HIKING, CAMPING or EXPLORING in the WILD.
If you need a bag, why not a SHOULDER BAG suitable for EVERYONE.
When you are about to leave the house with HALF the HOUSE, ASK YOURSELF…….DO I NEED THIS LETHAL WEAPON ON MY BACK?
P.S. ‘Celia Finds An Angel’
Available on http://www.amazon.com/dp/B07G68SX6J
SUMMER NIPPLE ALERT? Well you may ask my dear ladies and occasional gentleman.
It’s SUMMER and we are all wearing our SUMMER JEWELLERY.
The lovely silver BRACELET in the picture, nearly SLICED my NIPPLE off whilst I was sleeping!
REMEMBER TO REMOVE BEFORE BEDTIME!
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman here in dear old BLIGHTY it is NATIONAL TEA DAY, so I invite you all to SHARE A CUP OF TEA with me.
TEA is consolation when you are grieving.
TEA is sharing laughter and fun with your friends.
TEA makes you feel better when nothing else works.
TEA is refreshing when it’s hot.
TEA is warming when it’s cold.
TEA comes in many guises.
TEA should be FAIR TRADE.
TEA who doesn’t love a cuppa?
This is a picture of my lovely mum and her lovely sister taking tea in the garden in the 1950’s
Just a normal tea for them but look at the teapot, hot water jug, bone-china teacups and saucers, plates of triangled bread and butter, jam in a dish, sliced homemade cake and a proper tablecloth pegged to the table.
So much better than a teabag in a mug.
MOUSES MAYHEM & MUSINGS, my dear ladies and occasional gentleman what a day it has been and it’s only 4.0’clock!
I had planned a full day of WRITING, interspersed with homemade SOUP and followed by a PANTOMIME rehearsal this evening.
Instead I heard a whoosh and DISCOVERED WATER from the DISHWASHER pouring into the cupboard under the sink.
At the same time I DISCOVERED MOUSE DROPPINGS under the sink.
Ronald DISCOVERED a MOUSE had chewed a HOLE in the DISHWASHER pipe.
Ronald went to buy a new pipe for the DISHWASHER.
I walked the two FURBABIES in the SNOW. We were about 2/3rds of the way around the village when the LEAD broke on our new little RESCUE Polly.
Polly was rescued from a PUPPY FARM and has LOTS to LEARN, like her NAME, RECALL, SIT, etc, at present her DEFAULT walk is to KEEP GOING.
The good news is POLLY is SAFE, DISHWASHER is WORKING, WATER mopped up, DROPPINGS cleared.
I’m TEMPTED to put some CHEESE down, I’d prefer they ate that next time.