Will I ever listen to my own advice? I have repeatedly written here and said in conversation that inspiration comes from ANY source and all that is needed is to put the request out into the Universe and the answer will come…from somewhere, somehow. I have not been on line much recently after a rather … More Facepalm!
Many of you may know that this last year has been a bit of an uphill fight for me. My husband being diagnosed of Stage 4 cancer followed by a severe stroke, caused me to give up writing as I am too busy caring for him. Some of you may not know as I believe … More Anti-Social Media
No experience, no matter how bad, is a waste if one learns from it. The other day I told you all how I had managed to pick up a somewhat horrible disease from a deer-tick due to my addiction to helping animals. That would have been the kind of experience of which my old Ma … More Learn from your WHAT??
Speaking generally, I prefer animals to humans. Of course I know some people whom I adore just as those who say “I hate dogs” end up cuddling Lilydogge (which is why it is silly to make sweeping generalisations). I have also known people who are convinced that their child even looking at a dog or … More Bloody Limie
Below is a photograph of a sufferer of the newly-discovered condition which translates as furniture attraction. I may look as if I had been set on by a gang of thugs in the east end but all it took was two mugs, a small table and a little help from Lily-dogge. Nothing broken but a … More Spellexitis
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When I was officially a Maiden, witchcraft was a banned subject. We knew that the women of my family were all witches working for good or ill, as people deserved, but it was a word which would never be used. I studied under my mother and grandmother and learned to put the case before “Them … More Week 67
What you doing, Ginger? Why my hand? OK I cuddle you – no? Tickle chin? Scratch top of head? Well what DO you want???? Keep pushing my hand on my computer. Normally you push my hand where you want tickled. Want to see your pictures? Read something? Oh OK I haven’t been online for ages … More En garde!
Hello Auntie’s mates, I am Jin Jurr wot she hav spoken of. Piston is ritin this for me cos Englitch not my human meow. In the picture I am outside being sad. Y am I sad you arsk. Well Uncle is much better wot is good fing but Auntie who is Piston’s Mum is not good. … More Cats call
The day his partner left, Janek threw himself into shifting his other love, his piano, around the cottage. He had no idea why. Was he trying to ensure he wasn’t alone? Did he count the instrument as company? Was it more than his work, a tool, something he played? Maybe more like a colleague? Eventually … More Farewell to the Dunes