My Dad’s a Goldfish – Don’t ask, don’t get

Note! If you don’t ask you definitely don’t get!

My Dad Is A Goldfish

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It is truly astonishing the amount of equipment required to allow someone to continue living in their own home when the person has dementia combined with mobility problems and other medical conditions.

Most things are actually available through social services or the NHS but it’s not quite as simple as putting in a request and receiving what is needed. For one thing, you don’t know what you’re going to need at different stages. The handrail by the back door, which was helpful when the Goldfish started to become a bit tottery but could still manage steps with his walking stick in one hand, was utterly useless when he had to use a walker on wheels. Try getting that, and him, down steps!

Also ‘they’ don’t always tell you what is available even though they are the ones supposedly trying to keep people living independently in their own homes. And…

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Thursday Photo Challenge: The Spur.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. Entitled The Spur.

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The Spur

It was late afternoon, Fay awoke alone covered in blood bites and bruises. She savoured everyone of them. So bewitched and compelled was she by Roman that she actually sort out his cruelty.

Vampires need to be hurt to feel, everything needs to be hasher, darker and more intense for them to feel anything.

She looked up from the filthy bed that she lay on and saw the spur on hanging on the wall. Old and rusty her eyes rollled and her body quivered as she recalled Roman running it down her body.  Cutting deeply her breast and stomach and then it being dragged through her legs and up her back. At one point she lost consciousness waking later to find  Roman inside her.

Lying on the bed of rags she wandered how that “shewolf” could ever satisfy her brother… Fay drifted off to sleep. Dreams of war filling her head and in the mist of it all she saw Mathew about to loose his head and the werewolf and the witch burning at the stake. Fay was in extasy watching the carnage….. Then a voice, she had heard before, spoke in her head. “This shall not happen I will not allow it.” It was Hope’s voice she hear Hope’s voice  and her face, yet not Hope’s face for the face was beautiful and ageless. Not that of a baby’s.

Fay spat at the face and told it to go! Fay woke sweating, all her senses heightened!. Sitting up she was alone and cold all the feelings she so craved had deserted her. The twisted joy of the night before, gone! 

Fay dressed, looking out on the evening devowering the valley she screamed in frustration and anguished the empty, soulessness that was her norm had returned, but now it hurt! 

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Back at the Witches Tower  Rachel and Lisa were concerned about Hope. She had been disturbed all afternoon and just before dusk she had,  had two fits. Thankfully the child was sleeping the sleep of the innocent now. As the two females looked on they were sure they saw the baby smile.

Lisa was disturbed, everytime she lifted Hope she got flashes of bloody war. Also, and this she could not understand, she kept seeing an old rusty spur hanging on a wall.

What Lisa knew was that war was coming, something had spurred it on.

You can read the story so far here

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This week the Beautiful and Talented Sacha Black has given us a Halloween prompt for her #writespiration challenge. Yes this week we have to write about a character that is absolutely terrified. In 52 words no more no less.

How can I get out of here, the door is open but my legs are shaking. I don’t have long, but I just can’t move. Slowly, every inch of my body shaking I crawl to the door. He is there whip in hand. I wet myself again. It will not go unpunished.

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One Liner Wednesday

Alternate Urban Dictionary

Doleman : A man who works at the DWP.

Clarify for any and all readers outside of the UK

 The DWP stands Department of works and pensions. This government department pays out benefits and pensions. Benefits are often referred to as Dole in the UK … Hence the Doleman as in Dole Man.

Wordless Wednesday. Autumn Grave Yards.





Twittering Tales  #54 – 17 October 2017

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding weekly Twittering Tales Prompt.

There is nothing like winter sun. It has no warmth to speak of.  Yet it has a crystal clear light that hides no secrets. It lifts your soul .

(141 Characters)

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Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: Quiet and Space.

This week Colleen Chesebro of The Fairy Whisperer has given us the words Quiet Space.

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Tanka  Quiet and Space

I make not a sound

There’s only silence in space

All is dark and quite.

No one will hear me scream in space

I am caught in a vacuum.

Domestic Violence Day 16: RAPE

Domestic Violence Month.

Mummy says I am not allowed to say.

October is Domestic Violence  Month. This is my take on the subject through the eyes of a child. I wrote this in 2012.

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Every night it is the same, 

Mum and dad play their game. 

Daddy shouts and mummy cries 

It is very frightening when dad’s fists start to fly.

It no fun to hear things go bump 

And mum falls after dad given her a clump.  

In the morning  mum looks pale 

But she always smiles as the neighbours she hails.

I don’t like to see mum’s bruises 

Or to hear the words that dad uses. 

I don’t want to go to school 

I want to stay with mum in case dad is cruel. 

He rings her in the day and threatens her, 

I don’t want to see, don’t want to care.

Hiding  underneath the bed clothes pretending it is not real 

They just keep on, not caring how I feel. 

Mummy says I must stay quiet and keep out of his way.

I am not allowed to talk of this at school 

Or mention that dad treats mummy so cruel.

Arrrgh! what was that awful scream,

I hate daddy he is so mean…. 

That was the font door ……….. 

It’s quiet now no shouting any more. Mummy Mummy are you there , Mummy mummy are you there.

Creeping forward  down the stair Mummy is laying on the floor 

Her head at a funny angle to the door. 

Mummy , mummy answer please , Mummy mummy please don’t tease. Mummy mummy daddy has gone Mummy mummy speak, come on!

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Another poem to bring the effects of abuse on children who live in fear of violence, out into the open. When parents fight the whole family suffer. Children live in fear. This is not right.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #171 Lake&Calm

This week Ronovanwrites has given us the two words Lake and Calm.

I wrote a trio of Haiku, a before, during  and after.

   Lake and Calm

Gently the lake flows

Softly bathed in the moonlight

So deep and so calm

The waves  lap my toes

The water fills me with calm

At one with the lake

Cold, pulled from the lake

In death she looked peaceful, calm

All her travails gone.


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