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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| PROMPT March 16th What lesson do you remember most vividly from your childhood? I had to really think about this one. Mostly I learned how to diffuse situations. I seemed to always be an intermediary between my parents. I learned that smiling seemed to work. It’s such a long time ago, but that’s what came to mind. It’s a bit sad really. |
| PROMPT March 15th What’s your favorite board game or card game to play with friends? I haven’t played a board game for years, except for the simple snakes and ladders and such like with the grandkids. When I was a child though we’d play Monopoly for days! Fights would break out and tears would be shed. My brothers and I played to the death! With my children I played Game of Life and Jumanji. Card games. I used to know some really complex games but have forgotten them now. Except for Knockout Whist and Poker. The grandchildren love to play UNO, Go Fish, and even the old game of Happy Families. |
| PROMPT March 14th In your entry, make a list of your favorite words to say. Then describe why they are your favorites and include a pronunciation guide for your readers. Brownie points if you can use your words in a sentence. Someone used a word in a story I’d never heard before. It was ‘peripatetic.’. I thought it was a bit pretentious, until I heard it again the same week in a television programme. It means constantly moving, itinerant. I think a word I use a lot is ‘absolutely.’ I sometimes catch myself using it too much and try to reign myself in. I like the word ‘mercurial.’ Not that I ever actually say it! I don’t like using words that someone needs to ask the meaning of. Autumnal is a lovely word. Probably because Autumn is my favourite season. Using all these in a sentence might be tricky. The man was peripatetic, he wandered the Autumnal woods, his mood was absolutely mercurial. |
| PROMPT March 13th What traditional ethnic food dishes from your culture does your family still enjoy? Tell us about how the recipe was passed down and what modifications were made over the years. Oh my goodness, after living in Australia for nearly fifty years I still hanker after English pub food. Pork pies, faggots and chips, mushy peas and of course fish and chips. I’ve adapted somewhat to the food of Australia. The heat drives me out of the kitchen. Barbecues are the thing here and salads. Although of course we still love our fish and chips. For the first twenty years of living here after leaving “home” we had our Sunday roast dinner. It didn’t matter if it was 40 degrees centigrade, we ate a piece of roast meat. Lamb, Beef or pork it didn’t matter, served with roast potatoes and maybe a Yorkshire pudding. I don’t know when I stopped the tradition but I never cook a roast dinner now. Suet puddings were the deserts of my childhood. They were either golden syrup or fruit. Both were served with hot custard. Or maybe we’d have rice pudding. Cooked for hours in a slow oven until the top had a burnt skin on top. I loved the skin and used to fight over it with my brothers. The famous English Breakfast was a big part of our diet growing up. I still cook this for my husband but it doesn’t appeal to me so much anymore. The vegetables of my childhood were great. My dad used to grow our own. Broad beans, straight from their furry pods served with bacon and new potatoes straight from the garden smothered with butter. Oh my, this prompt has sent me back down the rabbit hole to childhood. |
| PROMPT March 12th Imagine you had to create an art piece for a gallery or museum. What would you create? I wonder what sort of gallery would agree to display any art piece created my me. Not one I would want to visit! 🤣 My display area would probably be an empty space. There would be a plinth covered in black velvet. A spotlight would light up the space. The notice would say The Emperors New Clothes, or Imagination. This reminds me of a news item I read in the Guardian newspaper.: A lot of people have fallen for a fake news report about ‘invisible art’. Collectors, claimed Canada’s CBC, are paying through the nose for the art of 27-year-old Lana Newstrom even though you cannot see any of it. “Art is about imagination and that is what my work demands of the people interacting with it. You have to imagine a painting or sculpture is in front of you”, the artist supposedly said. So yes, I think that’s what my exhibition would be like. |
| PROMPT March 11th What qualities do you look for in a friend? Are there any qualities you avoid? What qualities about yourself do you think make a good friend? I’ve always been the sort of person who doesn’t need or seek out a lot of friends. At school I always had one best friend. I’m the same now, although I have quite a few friend/ acquaintances, I have only two or three real friends. I’ve always said I don’t make a good friend. By that I’m not good with people who are needy. I know that sounds strange but I don’t expect much from friends. I don’t think it’s their place to have to rescue me or help in my everyday life. I’m independent and therefore I like friends who are independent too. I like to be able not see them for weeks and them not take umbrage that I haven’t called them daily. And those are the sort of friends I actually do have. We love to get together and chat for hours when we can. We really know we can call on each other in an emergency, or if we need someone to talk to about anything. True friends are those who you actually know they have your best interests at heart. They don’t gossip about you and neither do you about them. They will drop what they’re doing and help you in an emergency, as will I. |
| PROMPT March 10th What artist or band do you always recommend when someone asks for a music recommendation? Well for a start, I can’t imagine anyone asking me for a music recommendation. There’s not a scenario I can conjure up when any friend, son or daughter would think for one moment I’d know anything about the subject. I’m not keen on any really modern popular music, I find there is to much synthesised background music and can’t hear the vocals. I’m a lyric sort of person more than the tune. So I suppose I’m still stuck in the sixties. |
| PROMPT March 9th Write about the mythical or science fiction creatures/beings that could actually exist. Imagine a world where there was definitive proof of their existence - how would life be different? I steer clear of any story which has an alien being as it’s MC. So therefore I’m ill equipped to write about such beings. However after the trouble the covid 19 organism caused, I could be convinced an invasion from another planet is possible. The being doesn’t need to be massive, ferocious and with large teeth, ready to destroy anyone unfortunate enough to get in its way. No I believe the invaders will be microscopic, they are much more to be feared. We can’t see them or hear or touch them. Their infiltration will be silent and stealthy. |
| PROMPT March 8th Where are some unusual places you’ve been? What was the most interesting or surprising thing you learned or discovered about those places? I think India was the most unusual place we visited. We went there for many weeks, just back packing around. We were well into our sixties when we embarked on that particular journey and both my husband and I lost a lot of weight. It was the humidity, the food and the exhaustion combined which made us lose weight, but the experience was worth it. We needed a holiday when we got home! We loved Thailand though. We were travelling through the whole country for seven weeks. We slept in twenty different places, non of them very salubrious! Little huts on the beach for ten dollars a night in Phuket. The year later these same huts were washed away in the Tsunami. |
| PROMPT March 7th Write about one of your fondest memories. All my fondest memories revolve around births. Strangely enough not the births of my own children although of course they were amazing moments too. I think those births were tinged with trepidation fear and ineptitude. No, the births I have the fondest memories of were those of my grandchildren and great grandchildren. I have been honoured to be present at or in the vicinity of all of them. At my first grand daughter’s birth I was not only present but I was the first person to hold her. Her mother, my daughter, was very young and had found the birth traumatic so she told the midwife to give the baby to Mum while she recovered. I held her for nearly an hour. She opened her eyes and looked into mine and we bonded. When that grandchild had her first baby I was there too. So special. |
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