It’s like talking to a brick wall
Did you hear what I said?
said the cat to the dog
As she shifted her weight on the mat
Yes I think that you’re right
said the dog to the cat
He just wanted to eat that brown rat
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Blue Talk
My dog sees a bench and sits on it, others just cock their leg.
I am always being told that people love reading about Blue, and am often asked has anything else happened with Blue lately? The answer is, yes, the dog and I regularly face, err… challenges. For me, these continuous life bumps are best forgotten. In fact, they are so common I ignor them. It seems, there is demand for these little tales of my humiliation, so I have started writing them down again. I have two accounts sitting in my Drafts, right now, which I will publish later when some time has passed. Here is one that happened just last week, so are you sitting comfortably?
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The Red Folder
Spanaka what?
The best way to eat spinach
We make this at work, the simple Greek pie sits, luring with its eggy greenness. Customers point; what is that? I giggle and look at my colleague, ‘it’s spankapotitta, spanikapota, it’s spinach and egg filo.’
“I’ll have some,” they say, sometimes they smile and try to pronounce it themselves, but mostly they just take the pie and go.
So seriously, I know that it is Spanakopita and pronounced SPANA KO PITA but I used to say SPANI KOPITA, unless I stop and concentrate it comes out like I am trying to spit out feathers. It does not matter for it is delicious, cheap and good for you.
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Campfire Stories
It Can all get a bit weird
Am I an Alien?
I can be doing anything, cooking, eating, sleeping in the middle of a conversation and I have a random thought. I look at other people, do they do the same, are they having weird images, the first verse, I can not tell, their eyes do not flicker. Sometimes I ignore it, sometimes I explore it, sometimes I wonder if it is mine and throw it away. But it always returns and sits cold, unformed.
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Campfire Stories
Old Life New Life
10:50 pm I’m tired I’m going to bed now, coming with me or do you want to stay up late and annoy me? Bed, oh good, let’s go then. Just help me get ready and we can finish that chapter, then sleep.
12:15 am Stop trying to close my eyes, it’s so annoying. Let me read, just two more pages. No? Actually, I agree it’s the sensible thing to do, can you help me just turn out the lights? What, I was just drifting off. Why are you asking now? I could have continued to read. Ummm I guess, I feel a bit uncomfortable, a little more than normal yes, something has changed, not much, but something. No, I have not eaten properly today, ok for a while. Stop talking, you’re the one that started closing my eyes. I am not in the mood for this discussion. Goodnight.
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Jokes and Ditties
It’s a sticky situation
Do you think I’m sexy
said the spider to the fly
I’m not sure I should answer that
he buzzed a coy reply
My legs are long, my lips are plump
I’m told that’s what you need
It’s a sticky situation
I think we’re both agreed
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Day Three: Get Read All Over
Day Four: Give ‘Em What They Want
The course continues. I had never seen myself in different formats, I use a desktop and so my big fat screen gives me lots of space. I happily wrap my text around pictures and play with quotation marks. Day three asked me to test my site and make sure it works on different formats. Whey hey, I had inadvertently chosen a responsive theme, so I fit everywhere. I’ll have a cup of tea then, and look at my words on my phone, who knew.
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Changing My Image
Day Two – I have to audit myself.
Today’s task: audit your brand — look at all the ways your blog communicates to visitors to make sure it’s consistent and focused — and make one update to reinforce your brand.
Oh dear, it looks tricky and scary, but these guys know what they are doing, so I spent six hours today, changing themes. updating widgets, footers and headers and generally looking at this site, and the sites of those I admire. It appears my theme was not longer being used – sad face- Guess what I chose another theme, it is Penscratch 2, I was using Penscratch 1. Hahahaha , I had no idea what I was already using, I hit the LIVE button and the sky fell in. I lost all my custom settings.
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Setting Goals
A Course On Blogging
I am recovering, I have two weeks off. I have to rest my body but my mind does not need to or want to be still. I started to write here, late 2015, in part because people said I should, apparently, I am a great raconteur, partly because I wanted my children to listen to me, partly because I am lazy and wanted to put all the recipes people ask me for in one place. Mostly I write because there is so much inside me that needs to come out.
It is so easy for me to write, I mean to find content. I write linearly, as I think, for the most part, rarely going back over my words to edit. Once made, the marks stay. I am not sure if I use the bricks we learnt at school metaphors, similes, personification, imagery, hyperbole, and alliteration, were there more? I just write. No themes, no goals, no expectations, I just sit down and start typing, it is a case of who is first in the queue, pushing at the barrier to be heard. This has always happened, I just keep my mess in one place now.
I do not follow others but want them to follow me??
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2000 WORDS
Best Intentions
Ellen had just finished washing up and was now fishing in the suds, for that teaspoon which never likes to be cleaned. As the water drained, she lazily watched the bubbles flatten against the stainless, slip like egg whites through the holes in the plug or cling defiantly to higher ground, their skins trembling rainbows. She scooped up a handful of foam and clapped them flat, then ran her hands under some warm water, turned the tap to spay and helped the rest of them to their fate. It was hot outside and something scratched the back of her thigh, she rubbed the place and left a damp patch on her skin.
‘’Mummy?! Quick, come here!” Her daughter’s calls screamed across the garden and into the kitchen.
Crowded Mind 