Wednesday 29 August 2012

Masquerade Day 29

A tongue in ceek look at Masquerade as time is short and I just can't think of anything creative to write. Sorry but enjoy this anyway. Last day tomorrow so will make the effort to finish on a high. x


Masquerade
 My post is slightly late today because I have been sucked into Celebrity Big Brother.  It is the definition of masquerade. The people in the ‘house’ are not who they seem and they forget that we are watching and can vote. However it is a game they all want to win. But there can only be one winner so the shenanigans start; flirting, back stabbing, allegiances. It’s all there and to be honest it is rather entertaining.

The biggest masquerade is that it is called ‘Celebrity' Big Brother when there is not one ‘celebrity’ in there.  


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Tuesday 28 August 2012

Frogs Day 28 Frogginess


Ok, so after a few seriously heavy pieces, I've decided to do light and fluffy. And because I have no idea what to write about when it comes to frogs, I have generated a list of frogginess. Horrid things although cute in fairy tales and cartoons.   
Randoms on frogginess 

1)      My Hubby says I am as mad as a box of frogs!

2)      I have never tried frog’s legs. Apparently they taste like chicken.  But have eaten snails which also taste like chicken, just a bit chewier.

3)      I refused to take part in the biology lesson where we had to dissect a frog.

4)      Frogmella was an affectionate joke nickname given to me when working at Harrods.

5)      I love Paul McCartney’s song “We All Stand Together” (The frog Song) . The video is so cute, here 



      6)   Kermit is not my favourite Muppet. I like Beaker and Animal





 





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Monday 27 August 2012

History Day 27




Here's my entry for History; an alternative history which is also 92 words over but I couldn't omit anything as then it wouldn't have the impact.
Through a Child's Eyes
The crowd was growing by the second, filling every inch of the square. There was a buzz of excitement as we waited for our speaker, our leader who promised us the world and had delivered. A huge roar erupted, such was the force, my ear drums could bleed but I didn’t care as I sat on my dad’s shoulders. I was a part of history. I stared in wonder as the crowd hushed and hung on to his every word.
 ‘His speeches of empowerment, victory and pride give patriotism a new name’ said my dad. ‘He oozes charisma, motivating us all to be better people for our country.’  I wanted to be a better person, I wanted to please. Most of all I liked that my daddy was home again and smiling.  But I wasn’t sure of the man getting so excited that he shouted and stared madly into the crowd. However, I couldn’t help but get swept along with all the euphoria he created; our leader of the Fatherland and now the world, although I couldn’t stop thinking that Adolf Hitler was a pretty small man to rule the whole world.   



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Sunday 26 August 2012

Seeing Day 26

Yikes!!! Only four more writes then #BlogFlash 2012 is over! Here's my entry for day 26; Seeing. x
With each skillful stroke of the pencil, the portrait was taking shape; the image was proof of Jodi’s memory. She was seeing it clearly now as every minute detail gave the image life, like looking at a photograph such was the depth of detail. It was amazing how realistic it was considering it was all created by memory, without him, the muse for want of a better word, in front of her.
She shuddered at the thought.
“Everything ok Jodi?” She nodded. “Won’t be long now until your description is out there and we catch him” offered DCI Blackwood confidently.

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Day twenty-six of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Saturday 25 August 2012

Blue Day 25




I’ve already written about it as my favourite colour day 3 blogflash2012 so what else can blue be?
It can be Violet Beauregarde from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory after eating the gum.
  It can be used to describe cold; lips turning blue.
 It can also describe a feeling. Feeling blue, down in the dumps, miserable. I seldom feel blue but today I did.  I hated it.  So I took my sorry arse off to the gym for a good run to banish the blues for another colour. Blue maybe my favourite colour but it is definitely not my favourite feeling.


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Day twenty-five of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Friday 24 August 2012

Into The Woods Day 24

This is a continuation from day 13, Forest where Toby was faced with a tree of shoes. . . . .


Into the woods where you will find safety from the Ground Dwellers
Into The Woods
“The Ground Dwellers come.” Toby turned away from the shoe tree and looked up, seeing a rope bridge between two trees. Who could possibly use such a tiny bridge? As his eyes followed the bridge to the trunk he saw a small door and a tiny hand beckoning him to come. “Pick a pair of shoes. Quick”  
Homes of the Ground dwellers
“Why?”
“They will bring you up, save you from the Ground Dwellers. They approach. Quick!” Toby casually pulled at a pair of old boots.
He heard a continuous shrill.
Scrambling into the boots, Toby floated up, hoping what awaited him was far better than what was down there.

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Day twenty-four of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Thursday 23 August 2012

Cooking day 23







What's cooking?

The recipe seemed easy to follow and her effort was looking pretty good. However, Miranda would not be tasting. This was something special, created just for him. It had taken time sourcing the ingredients with weird and wonderful names but it would be worth it. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.  Well, the steak hadn’t worked and that was supposed to be his favourite. Not wanting to waste any more time, Miranda knew the only way to get Ian was with the Love Potion and he wouldn’t know anything about it. . . .

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Day twenty-three; jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wondeful writers.

Wednesday 22 August 2012

Holiday Day 22




I would love to scan my own pics in at some point just to show the beauty of the place as it was then. A gorgeous holiday I took with a friend. xx
Holiday
The best holiday I ever had; Thailand. 2 weeks, £500, sun, sea, sand and lots of wind! Yes the resort was so windy, the sand kept whipping at our skin. So we decide to ditch, get the guide book out and go and find the paradise we expected. 4 hours on a smelly, stuffy train; the only two westerners on it, followed by a boat trip and then we were at our paradise island. No light pollution, no wind. The generator switched off at midnight, plunging us into complete darkness save the stars that completely covered the sky like someone had been constantly pricking it with a pin. I’d never seen so many stars; shooting stars too. The toilet was a bucket; the accommodation very basic but I didn't care. No commercialism, no high rises and no shops, cars or amusements. The beach, a bar and the sun. Perfect!

 151- oops gone over again but it was just so awesome! A once in a life time expereince of which even 151 words is not enough. 

Day twenty-two; jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wondeful writers.

   

Night 5 Sentence Fiction

Night Time


Night is here. Isobel is alone in the house, her house which she loves. Yet she feels insecure because her husband is not here, away working at night when he should be laying beside her, sleeping; the sound of his breathing a comfort and a gentle rhythm to entice sleep. 
But instead, she hears the house groaning and creaking under the blanket of darkness where she strains her ears just to make sure, strains her eyes against the dark for a hint of an unwanted shadow. .

Isobel is more awake now in the middle of the night, eyes wide, listening . . . . . imagining . . . . . worrying . . . . . until finally sleep drifts in, fighting successfully against her fears and winning; the sound of her heavy breathing a sign that at long last she is at peace with the night.


What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction

Night Ride Day 21


It's a bit late (what's 50 minutes amongst friends!) but after missing two days, I didn't want to miss a third. Now to find the time to catch up on everyone elses last three days and try and keep up. xxx


Night Ride
We rode through Sussex, the country lanes narrowing, winding and empty save for the roar of the motorbike. We stopped, turned off the engine and listened. Silence. The only light a single beam from the bike until that was turned off. Plunged into darkness we stood alone on the desolate lane, the buzzing of insects our only company.  I felt vulnerable and nervous yet was experiencing a sense of freedom I’d never felt. The air was fresh and unspoilt. The throaty sound of the bike shattered the peace but provided safety and excitement as we continued on our night ride.

Day twenty-one; jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wondeful writers. 


Saturday 18 August 2012

WIld At Heart Day 18

A Tiger's Tale


I don’t understand why I’m here. This is all so strange. The surface is hard when I should be feeling the softness and warmth of the forest floor.  I should be able to run free for miles and miles without having to turn a corner once. Hang on what IS a corner?  And what are those strange things staring at me? In the forest, they would be dinner, but I have to be nice otherwise I won’t get fed. My heart should be beating to the rhythm of the jungle but instead I am here; bored, restless and held prisoner.
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Day eighteen; jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wondeful writers.  

Friday 17 August 2012

Graveyard Day 17





A place to reflect, remember and give respect.  But it is much more. A graveyard is a place to give thanks to those who gave their lives in far off lands so we can have the life we have today. It is a place to never forget the bravery of those who will never come home.
I will never forget hearing the Last Post at The Menin Gate, Ypres in Belgium. Every night at 8pm, there is a ceremony in honour of British Commonwealth soldiers with no known grave. Their sacrifice in WWI will never be forgotten.

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Thursday 16 August 2012

Different World Day 16



It hadn’t rained in months which saw the rising seas ebb away. This was good as farmers reclaimed the land but it was death to the last seeds that were sown in vain. Crops were failing to grow on the parched unfertile spit of land that once was bursting with life. The last chance had been and gone. It was time to look at other resources to feed the people. The people had stripped all from what the land had to offer from energy to animal to mineral to vegetable. Now there was only one resource left for survival . . . . . . . to stem the hunger . . . . . . . and it was human. 

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Idea from Hubby who is all doom and gloom ( but he say's based on scientific fact - gulp) on the destructive human race and the fate that awaits us. . . . . . . . . .Thanks. . . .  . . . . . . . . I think.
Day sixteen;  jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.
Pic 'FreakNews'

Wednesday 15 August 2012

Books Day 15


Excitedly yet delicately, Amber turned the fragile page of the old, musty leather bound book. She knew it was forbidden until she was of age. The magic inside was of the most powerful and dark kind but that wasn’t enough to stop her.
Only one tincey wincey spell; what harm could one spell do? Her sister, April, had already used it successfully and Amber was far more talented than her older sister when it came to casting spells.
And there it was. Amber took a deep breath and began the incantation.
“Stop!” But as Amber looked up, a surge of energy grabbed her and she was pulled into the book before April’s eyes. The book snapped shut and April was alone. . . .

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Oops, gone over the word count, but needs must and all.


Day fifteen and half way through the  jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

My Favourite Books as a Child Day 14



As a child

·         I wanted to go On The Ning Nang Nong  to see the cows go Bong.
·         I wanted to peek under the Quangle Wangle's Hat  (202ft) to see his face.

·         I loved hearing about The Owl and the Pussy Cat sailing off in their pea green boat and I wanted to meet the Piggy Wig with a ring at the end of his nose.

·         I loved From A Railway Carriage  by Robert Louis Stevenson. I loved how my mum read it to me to the rhythm of a train.
 I loved  sharing with my son when he was little.


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Just over the word count today. Hope you enjoy the links to some wonderful books/poems.


Monday 13 August 2012

Forest Day 13


 Into the Forest
There were stories.  This was why the forest was avoided. There was no bird song, no rustling of leaves, the buzzing of insects were absent. The forest was still. Even the wind ceased to exist.

Toby knew this when he accepted the dare. Deeper into the forest he walked; the only sound his breathing and the crunching of dry leaves underfoot. Despite being void of life, Toby found the forest beautiful. His mind was free, his thoughts clear. He felt peaceful. . . . . . until he looked up. He stopped in wonder and stared. Shoes . . . . .  children’s shoes were hanging from the branches. . . .

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 Day thirteen of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.




Watch Out, Watch Out, There's a Shoe Thief About!


I have a favourite pair of shoes. They are a pair of Sketchers I bought about five years ago. And after a wash in the washing machine, they are always as good as new, smelling as fresh as a daisy. And I left them over night to dry off, thinking nothing more about it.  

Well now one of them is missing! I thought I was going daft and searched everywhere but it definitely wasn't anywhere to be seen. Someone was having a laugh as I imagined I was the victim of a practical joke.   

Missing: Have you seen this shoe . .
I accused Hubby and #1Son as the latter was out kicking a ball and the former doesn't like them. But they protested their innocence. And I actually believed them because why would they risk life and limb touching one of my shoes?    

But, it turns out,  there is a prime suspect . . . .


Prime Suspect shoe thief  
Yes, she may look all cute and innocent, sunbathing  like she owns the garden, but don't let that fool you. Apparently Foxes like to take things, so I have been told by various people. I guess it's the doggy thing they're doing; chewing items to death as they slobber all over it. 
I have searched the garden but nothing.  But then . . . . do I really want it back? Hubby thinks this is highly amusing and is in awe that the fox isn't dead from touching the shoe. Cheers! That's really kind of you.  


But it's not all bad . . . . . I get the excuse to go shoe shopping for another pair.  Love
Me
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Sunday 12 August 2012

Ordinary Girl Friday Night Write Response to The A Team

My first attempt at friday Night Write hosted by sweet banana ink .
  • 1 song:  Ed Sheeran, The A team
  • 500 words
  • 60 hours to complete and post  




Ordinary Girl

Kristina sucked on the lolly, loving the coldness on her lips as she sat in the park observing life.   A Frisbee skimmed over but she wasn’t acknowledged by its owner.  A crimson drop fell onto her white dress but Kristina didn’t notice as she continued to stare at the hive of activity, longing to be a part of it.
“Hey, you’d better finish that up.”  A warm smile greeted Kristina as she looked up into the dark, young face of Antonio.  “Your ice, it’s dripping.” Kristina looked down at the growing stain on her dress.
“No harm done.”  She threw the rest of the lolly in a nearby bin and stood. “Shall we walk?”  Antonio nodded and they walked arm in arm through the park. It was good to feel the warmth of another human being. The contact made her feel fizzy as she threw her head back with laughter.
They stopped at a nearby cafe, drinking iced tea.
“Tell me about you.” Kristina purred. “I want to know everything.”
“It’s pretty boring.” Antonio laughed but Kristina just stared, waiting for him to begin. “Well, I’m seventeen, I go to college, learning to drive, I have an older brother, a younger sister, a dog called Indy.” He stopped, eyeing Kristina, wondering if it was enough but there was a hunger in her eyes. “There’s not much more other than the usual stuff.”
“Tell me.”
“Music, sport, Xbox.  Tell me about you.” There was a flinch and her eyes became empty, lonely and distant but she smiled and sipped her iced tea. 
“I’m just an ordinary girl.”
“What college do you go to? I haven’t seen you around before.” 
“I’m home schooled.” Her reply was confident but there was a hint of something. Antonio couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there was definitely something. A silence followed, drinking more iced tea.  “I want to go somewhere fun. Take me.”  She blurted out, jumping up, her white dress flowing in the breeze.
Her enthusiasm for everything was contagious from the delight of the ducks on the lake to the thrill of the fairground, from the hustle and bustle of the market to the peace and serenity of the museum. It was like he was seeing it for the first time. Then she kissed him; he’d waited for this moment; loved her instantly from the moment he saw her. He felt giddy . . . . .  breathless . . . . .  cold! Pulling away fast, Antonio wiped his mouth. His lips were numb, his finger nails blue. Eyes wide, questioning but he couldn’t speak as he slid down to the floor.
“I don’t want to be alone” she whispered.
“You’ve had your time. Let him be.”  The voice filled the room but Antonio couldn’t see anyone.
“I’m seventeen. How can I have had my time?”
“You made choices that brought you to me. Antonio has more for this earth. Come.”  Antonio watched as a white light consumed her; the red stain the last Antonio saw of his Kristina.


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Celebration!!



What else can I write about? Team GB have been awesome!
The British have put on the greatest show on earth.


The support has been amazing!

The country is celebrating our success at sport when usual we have our head in our hands. The National Anthem has been played loads! Everyone knows the words, singing with pride! I’m off to London to Hyde Park for an Olympic closing concert to see the best of British including Blur! I shall wave my Union Jack ecstatically. I love London! I love Royalty! I love Team GB! I am proud to be British.  















Saturday 11 August 2012

Greed Day 11



Montague sat confidently, enjoying the moment; watching the hesitation on his clients faces as they read the full terms of his contract, knowing they had no choice but to sign. But it wasn’t Montague’s fault that society had created the haves and the have not’s and if it wasn’t him then some other unscrupulous business man would step in. Why not him?  He wasn’t breaking the law; he was offering a service. The young couple picked up the tacky gold plated pen. Montague felt a surge of adrenalin, the pound signs multiplied before him synchronised with the couple’s deepening misery.
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Day eleven of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.






Friday 10 August 2012

Success Day 10 Wop Woop!!



Bit of a cheeky one today . . . 

Day 10 Success

Thirty minutes until the deadline passes but still she has nothing. Her mind is blank, her patience wearing thin. With each new idea, she’s flooded with a new found optimism until she discards it along with the others. The hand moves on the clock, nearer and nearer; but nearer to what? Success is way out of reach; failure is closer. The heat rises, she’s flushed with agitation. But then, it’s here, out of nowhere  . . . .  An idea. She works with it, the idea evolves and then . . . success! Finally! The post for day 10 is here!  Phew!



Day Ten!!! Woop Woop!! of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Thursday 9 August 2012

Journey


Day nine Journey


Photograph by Ralph Koch. Do not use without permission.

This is my Hubby’s favourite photo. He calls it ‘My two favourite Ladies.’  This was taken in the Pyrenees on our tour zipping across the French/Spanish border.  It was our first proper holiday together, riding across the mountains; I was navigating and did it pretty well if I say so myself. I can’t read in a car but resting the map on Hubby’s back as we rode was easy.

It was our last holiday for a while as little did we know that another journey had already started; no wonder I felt ill every morning . . .








Day nine of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.


Wednesday 8 August 2012

Relaxing Day 8


Relaxing

 A brisk walk on a blustery day along the beach instantly blows away all the niggles and narks as the waves crash destructively onto the beach, whipping up a spray of salty air, coating my skin and tangling my hair. I love the sound of the water rushing back into the sea over shingle. There is nothing like it and words fail me to describe it. But then why not experience it for yourself; feel the power of the sea, lick your lips. Taste it. Do not question how  a dramatic scene can leave you feeling tranquil.
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Day 8 of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.





Tuesday 7 August 2012

Sun Down

#Day 7 Sunset

Sun Down
As the fiery oranges, glowing reds and bright yellows of the glorious day bled away into a dull night sky, life stirred in the abandoned warehouse by the rundown riverside.  The setting of the sun was the beginning of the day for Juliana and her followers as they rose above the iconic white chimneys, ready to descend, causing chaos and anarchy in their search for the perfect fix.
 But fear made the once bustling night life of London a desolate place as Juliana swooped, searching desperately; a victim of her own success by the imposed curfew to save the innocent. . . .

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Day seven of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Monday 6 August 2012

Victory 5 Sentence Fiction


This was the moment to surrender all common decency and politeness; it was every man for himself as the announcement was made causing the crowd to surge forward without a care in the world for anyone else. Tanya was jostled, barged and pushed as she walked calmly forward; not liking, but very used to this behaviour until the corner of a briefcase caught her sharply in the hip as it was swung madly by a Mr Briefcase Man, all in the name of being first and without even an utter of a apology.
There was one middle seat left on the packed commuter train and Tanya squeezed herself in, sitting next to Mr Briefcase Man, tucked behind his newspaper, trying desperately to ignore the young mum with her screaming toddler and bags of shopping; if he succeeded, maybe she’d go away!
‘You can have my seat’ offered Tanya and she stood, letting the mother and child sit as Mr Briefcase Man huffed and puffed, rustling his newspaper angrily.
‘Oh thank you so much’ replied the mum, her face a relieved smile as she sat with her child on her lap, surrounded by her shopping bags and Tanya smiled a winning smile as frustration slipped into anger on the face of Mr Briefcase Man as his journey was now being ‘interrupted’ by a child and when the toddler accidently spilt his drink all over him, Tanya couldn’t help but turn away and laugh. 


What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction

Day six Reading


Day 6 Reading. I've entered two ideas here; one a written piece and the other pictures. x 


1 You Are Invited On a Journey
Transport me to a new world.  I can disappear into Hogwarts, casting spells and defeating The Dark Lord. I can do battle with Demons, Vampires, Immortals and fight dragons. I can shop until I drop without it costing me a penny with Becky Bloomwood aka Shopaholic.     

I can lose myself in the world of laughter that is Spike Milligan, shed a tear with Michael Morpurgo and  nose about the lives of Marilyn, Michael Caine, Sinatra in biographies.  

Books keep alive the history of our ancestors and the victories of our heroes. Each book is a journey waiting to be taken.
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2  Marilyn Monroe, taking time out reading. xx



















Day six of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Marilyn Monroe







One of my favourite pics of Marilyn who died age 36 on 5th August 1962. 50 years ago. The 5th of August is also my Hubby's birthday which we have been busy celebrating which is why this post is late.

Sunday 5 August 2012

Careful What You Wish For



#Day 5 Frustrating in  #BlogFlash 2012

Natalie always found the toilet seat up. Frustrating wasn’t the word.  A gazillion times she had nagged Liam to put it down. Leaving the cap off the tooth paste instantly sent her into another frenzy of nagging as well as the towel being left crumpled on the floor.   

This morning was different. The tooth paste was how she left it, as was the toilet seat and the towel; folded neatly and ready to use. But it wouldn’t be used by Liam ever again . . .  the car accident had seen to that.

How she longed to see that toilet seat up . . . .   

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Day five of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Saturday 4 August 2012

Busy, Busy Me



Here is another offering of fluff in true Undomesticated Devil style for Day 4 of the #BlogFlash2012 challenge. Today's word: Busy. 
                                                                                                                                                                                       
Busy, Busy Me

There is only so much time in the day. Choices have to be made. Last week the sun was shining. After months of rain, it was a welcome sight. Decisions, decisions:

·         1: Housework or sit in the sun with a good book? Mmm.

·         2: Which good book to read whilst sitting out in the sun . . . oh and magazines!

·         3: I should really think about preparing dinner but the sun . . .   

A finished couple of books later and a tan just shows how busy one can be on sunny days. Housework can wait for the impending rain.


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A must for sunny days in the garden!

                                                                                                                                                                    

Day 4 of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.





Friday 3 August 2012

Blue is the Colour #BlogFlash2012



Day 3 of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers. Today is Colour .

 I have been stumped. My first piece was deleted because Hubby didn't like so I have been thinking extremely hard and then I thought back to a wonderful time back in May when I should have blogged about it but didn't. So here is my take on colour when a certain part of London was filled with this colour and I was so proud, happy and over the moon! xxx

                                                                                                                                                                    


Day 3 Colour

'Blue is the colour!' And it certainly was in a certain part of London on 20th May when Chelsea paraded not only the FA Cup but the Champions League Cup too. We reign supreme in Europe and made history as it was our first win!





The parade was awesome! The noise of the crowd cheering was amazingly loud! The atmosphere was electric and the air filled with songs, cheers and celery! Yes Chelsea supporters do like their celery- not to eat you understand but to throw.

I got this fab pic of Luiz








I love blue. But the Royal blue worn by Chelsea is my favourite.







Love my Football team.


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