Song Lyric Sunday, Spice of Life

Hi it’s Sunday and time for Jim Adams to give us our weekly prompt for Song Lyric Sunday. This weeks prompt is : Cinnamon/Mint/Parsley/Pepper/Rosemary/Sage/Salt/Thyme and hopefully this will leave a pleasant smell with all of us.  

Personally I found this one hard, there are few well lots over the years but I did try to think latterly. My first and favourite pick of the bunch is cinnamon girl. Not a happy song with truly abusive and addictive lyrics but it still speaks to me.

Cinnamon Girl” is a song by American singer and songwriter Lana Del Rey from her sixth studio album, Norman Fucking Rockwell! (2019). The song was written and produced by Del Rey and Jack Antonoff.

More information here

Second choice from when I was ten, one of my favourite from my pre teen years, innocent days….I miss them .

Sugar and Spice” is a 1963 song by Merseybeat band The Searchers written by Tony Hatch under the pseudonym Fred Nightingale. It made number two on the UK charts (on Pye) and number 44 in the USA charts.

The composer and producer of “Sugar and Spice”: Tony Hatch, had produced the precedent Searchers’ single: a cover of the Drifters‘ “Sweets for My Sweet” which had afforded the Searchers a #1 UK hit. Hatch, having written “Sugar and Spice” on the template of “Sweets for My Sweet”, pitched his original song to the Searchers as the work of an as-yet unknown songwriter named Fred Nightingale, as Hatch felt the group might be dismissive of the song if they knew it to be their producer’s work.

The first line of the chorus “Sugar and spice and all things nice” references the nursery rhyme What Are Little Girls Made Of?, while the second line of the chorus is the title of the well-known Pete SeegerLee Hays composition “Kisses Sweeter than Wine“.More information here

Love Grows, from the year before I got married, working as window dresser and loving it 😀 is my third and final choice.🌹💜

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)” is a popular song by “two hit wonders” Edison Lighthouse, originally recorded by Jefferson. The single reached the number one spot on the UK Singles Chart on the week ending on 31 January 1970, where it remained for a total of five weeks. It also became the first number one single of the 1970s (not counting Rolf Harris‘s “Two Little Boys” which was a holdover from 1969). More information here


Happy Sunday Everyone.

What day is it Anyway. 25th of May to 29th May 2020

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? 

Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Yes the show must go on, however we feel like shouting STOP! It won’t. We must find our way through the mis-imformation and the contradictory advice, the two faced politicians who treat us with contempt. Yes it’s up to us now to “be alert” what ever that means, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland have to “Stay home.” I know what that means… But “be alert” ?? Nah! What’s that all about.

Monday 25 May 2020.

Hubby and I up at stupid o’clock, I really don’t need to tell you but incase anyone has newly arrived I shall explain.

Oh! Look another new normal, Hubby was up at even more stupid o’clock than I . He could not sleep worrying about his mum. So there we were both battling with stupid o’clock.He took Ruby out after his breakfast and after he’d rung the hospital. So started another day… Too early.

Monday was a bank holiday, not that that should mean anything on partial lockdown. Well it didn’t to us really but I am sad to say and appalled by some people in this country, who dashed off to beaches and beauty spots throwing caution and social distancing to the wind.

We spent most of the day trying to get hold of the hospital, it is harder to get through the eye of needle than get any proper information on MIL. Most of the day was spent, cooking, gardening and housework!

News re MIL. Hubby spoke to ward. No change re MIL. Asleep now. Had a comfortable night. Doctor seeing her later and advised to ring back at 2pm.. I asked how long will she stay in bed and how long on introvenous food. .”The nurse didn’t know that’s down to occupation therapist and doctor. Again mentioned hearing aids, his note and MIL having responded to written notes. She said she would write that down…… 🤔….

In the afternoon as advised we tried at 2pm… After calling a dozen times with no answer eventually phone was answered by a physio. He said no nurses around who dealt with MIL. He did not know MIL but got her notes out and said at doctors round this morning the doctor had recorded, no lumber puncture required (no reason stated in the notes!) , to do a CT scan of the head and an ECG. The physio said if he wanted to speak to a doctor I should call between 9 and 10am. Said I had done that today and told to ring back at 2pm. He didn’t know what to say. Communication by them is extremely poor. I fear another complaint to PALS is looming.

We tried again in the evening but didn’t get any real information, she had been restless but was sleeping now, nurse was busy. We felt very frustrated and fobbed off. Not a good day!

Tuesday 26th May 2020

The day started the same as any other of late, Hubby worried about his Mum, endless and fruitless attempts to get through to the ward with no luck. Rang early same old same old. Hubby did the shopping, another successful trip, home safe.

Hubby rang again about 10am and spoke to a Dr who said they would ring later. We waited in all day then at about three when we were taking Ruby out a Dr rang . We picked middle sons washing up for him .

Look all I can say is that this week’s been a rollercoaster of ups and downs. MIL is not in a good way, this lock down is getting me getting me down. The easing back of restrictions is even more stressful. I actually don’t want to talk about it anymore this week.

ENOUGH

Wedneday 27thMay.2020

Up stupid o’clock, Pilates at 10.30am, walked Ruby in the afternoon.

Numerous calls to hospital no good news.

Thursday 28th May 2020

Same as same as. No Pilates. Last official clap for NHS. May carry on if everyone else does.

Friday 29th May 2020.

Bad night waking up every two hours with cramp and bad dreams. So up at Stupid o’clock today hubby was so tired he stayed in bed until nearly 9am. So I fed, medicated and let Ruby out.

Before Hubby got up I did two Lesley Sansone exercise videos. Then after breakfast we took Ruby to a completely different places for a walk. She loved it we loved it, it was great to have a change and there were not too many people around! As it was around 10am , drs rounds hubby rang the hospital it took hubby an hour to get through to the ward but it was worth it as a Dr answered the phone.!

The Dr said MIL sitting up and looking around, he also said no change and still treating her for inflation of the brain due to Covid19. He said she is frail and it could go either way. They will decide if she can be moved to us but at the moment they just don’t know which way it will go. Feel a bit more positive as she is sitting up and alert.

We got home hubby contacted the boys, and people who want to know about MIL. I did the housework. I do feel better than yesterday, let’s hope the rest of the day can be as nice, less stressful and free from mixed up messages. I am sorry I lost it yesterday… I shall leave that in because this is real!

Time for a happy song. This one is to all WARRIORS. MIL IS ONE TOO.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA.

WE ARE WARRIORS
STRONG AND BRAVE
BE SAFE, BE AKERT.

Thursday photo prompt: Guardian #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Guardian

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a flower-strewn cliff-top above the sea, where a rocky outcrop, seemingly shaped into many forms and faces, looks out over the waves.

They had always been there or so everyone thought. Their faces weather beaten and sun dried over millennia. They guarded the shores, they kept us safe, even now when foolish people dismissed them as “just rock formations”. They stayed steadfast and watched over the seas and us.

No one ever really noticed that unlike most of the coast line these Guardian Rocks did not erode, they did not fall into the sea. Nor did they recede like those around them, no they grew in number. More faces joined them each time there was a threat. They had seen invasion people walking across long gone land, then came the sea then men in boats. They stood and watched, then came sturdier boats, then Balloons then planes, bombs, shells.

They watched and waited, they kept us safe, they grew in number each time these isles were threatened they silently grew in number. They watched as many made their way here hoping for a better life. They witenesed death, birth and anguish. They laughed, wept and when they could allowed some to climb them .

Now we face an invisible threat one we do not know the measure of. This time the threat is alien, yet of this world, deadly and stealthy.

The Guardians were joined by more of their kind but this time they did not feel strong, slowly they felt a weakness entering their soul.

*****

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 7 (DREAM). This week, it’s the A rhyme spot.

Image from Pixabay

Fearful I am trapped in this dream.
At odds I stand against the night
Lost in shadows longing for light.
Breathing deeply my mind I clear.
I am rooted to the spot with fear.
To make my escape I am keen
From this unwholesome and dark theme
In vain I try to forge ahead
Feet sinking in this mire of dread.
Reality just elusive.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge. For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.

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Here is the quick description of a Décima:

There are 10 lines (stanza) of poetry that rhyme but in this case there is a set rhyming pattern we must stick to.
In addition each line must only have 8 syllables.
The rhyme pattern is;
a b b a a c c d d c
For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Wordless Yellow Water Iris.

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Have a gratifying #WW! 

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Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 179, #ThemePrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Merril D. Smith from last month’s challenge selected a special theme:

So this month’s theme is:

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

― William Shakespeare,

Maybe I should of written a sonnet but it was a Gogyohka that really spoke to me. I wrote this one about the world situation but it could apply to any situation really. The title is Caring Light.

image from Pixabay

So deep the depths of despair

Separated by nescesity we show care

No touch, isolation bites deep

Yet the light of love we keep

Flickering warming it’s healing we keep.

*****

Part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka

Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge. Open and Close.

This is my Haiku for Ronovanwrite’s challenge, Open and Close.

Heart Beat.

Open, beat, and close

United valves beat as one.

Blue in and red out

What Day is it Anyway 24th May 2020

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? 

Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Changes everywhere I look and mostly not for good. I really can’t go into this because I try not to go too deeply into anything political. I read today that: “A person who has had Covid19, could be re-infected with coronavirus in six months, new research suggests, in a blow to the push for “immunity passports” as evidence of recovery from the illness.” Information from here.

So there we have if that is true it will be as easy to catch as the common cold. So Ch, Ch, Ch, changes will have to be made… Life will never be the same again. I know not all the changes are bad, look at nature she is having a ball, clear skies even over cities, less traffic, on land sea and air road and rail. The animals too have got much bolder which is sad as now some of the traffic is returning there has been a rise in road kill. Today my sister had a special visitor in her garden not mr fox, who often visits, but a beautiful Monkjack Deer.

Photo taken by my sister. © willowdot21

Oh! Look another new normal, Hubby was up at even more stupid o’clock than I . He could not sleep worrying about his mum. So there we were both battling with stupid o’clock.He took Ruby after his breakfast and after he’d rung the hospital. So started another day… Too early.

I had a leg of lamb in the fridge so I decided to roast it, for Sunday dinner. I did the whole works, Coliflower and broccoli cheese roast potatoes, parsnips, sweet potato and carrots and greens plus I made a huge Yorkshire pudding. It was lovely dinner and we enjoyed it very much. Hubby was going to mow the front lawn but instead he spent most of the morning putting up a new washing line for me. I have a system of six lines at the side of the house as I love to hang my washing out to dry it in the air.

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The old line was green with a nylon inner, the new one is a bronze/ brown plastic line with a, wait for it …steel inner much stronger and very posh! I am very pleased with it.

After dinner we rang the hospital, checked up on the family and then walked Ruby.

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© willowdot21

In the evening we had our weekly video call with our friends five doors up, it was great fun as usual this week the invitation was named “WEEKLY SANITY CHECK”

Time for happy song

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA

be good
Be Safe.

Song Lyric Sunday . End/Finish/Over/Stop

It is Sunday again and time for Jim Adams to give us our prompt for Song Lyric Sunday. This week Jim said : “End/Finish/Over/Stop and I realize that mos people are tired of being stuck inside, so this should be appropriate and hopefully this will work out for us. “

I personally am not happy about lockdown being scaled down. I feel we lockeddown too, thanks to our government dithering! We should of closed our boarders immediately, instead flights are still in and out, albeit at a reduced volume… Oh! And a fortnight’s quarantine should be applied soon? …again a bit late. Okay I shall say no more! There is a lot more I could and want to say.

So what is my first choice.

It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” is a song by American rock band R.E.M., which first appeared on their 1987 album Document. It was released as a single in November 1987, reaching No. 69 in the US Billboard Hot 100 and later reaching No. 39 on the UK Singles Chart on its re-release in December 1991. The song originated from a previously unreleased song called “PSA” (“Public Service Announcement”); the two are very similar in melody and tempo. “PSA” was itself later reworked and released as a single in 2003, under the title “Bad Day“. In an interview with Guitar World magazine published in November 1996, R.E.M. guitarist Peter Buck agreed that “End of the World” was in the tradition of Bob Dylan‘s “Subterranean Homesick Blues

Happy Sunday everyone. This is part of Song Lyric Sunday.

What Day is it Anyway Friday 22nd and Saturday 23rd May 2020.

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? 

Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Read about what this song is about here on the guardian site

So yes it’s still #confused.com here or as I’d like to put it one law for them and one for us!

Yes useless this how I felt all of Friday, so low and depressed. Hubby was up at even more stupid o’clock than I . He could not sleep worrying about his mum. So there we both battling with stupid o’clock. Ringing the hospital and hitting a brick wall time after time. Eventually got through to the ward, got the same response, call back, rang several times, eventually told only one person can be updated and sort it out. Hubby then explained that short term MIL might go back home but long term if she needed 24/7 care we were the only ones willing to provide this.. So information on her was essential so we could plan. He also mentioned the non communication with BIL. Hubby suggested he might talk to the Director of Nursing to resolve it. The nurse changed her tune, got nans file and said that both of of them would need to be updated by the doctor.

I had my Zoom Pilates class.

Hubby took Ruby for her walk.The day progressed. No phone calls as promised. However, by contacting Patient Liaison at the hospital hubby found out that under their policy BIL was designated next of kin and hubby was not entitled to information unless he could prove I was on equal terms with him. As Hubby has MIL power of attorney which shows they are all equal and after they contacted BIL he was granted next of kin status and given a password.. The doctor then rang. MIL will be in for a fair time. They do not know reason for seizures and are testing for everything eg: encephalitis and meningitis etc. If she manages to get out of hospital, which we hope she does, it is clear she will not be able to stay at her house and will come here to us BIL had already told the hospital this.

Thank goodness hubby is now in the loop. Trouble is I am totally exhausted and I feel dead these last few days have finished me off.

Hubby had to walk Ruby on his own because I was not up for it. We had a quiet evening. Sleep before my head explodes.

Saturday 23rd

Oh! Look another new normal, Hubby was up at even more stupid o’clock than I . He could not sleep worrying about his mum. So there we were both battling with stupid o’clock.

Hubby had already spoken to the ward and though the information was complete it was it was not too good.

MIL had been moved to another ward but this had obviously upset her and she had not been happy. Somehow she managed to pull out her drip, feeding tube and cathata and get out of bed. They put her on one to one observation for the night. In the morning she was “okay”.

Hubby walked Ruby, we checked in with the boys.

My friend became a grandma so warm wishes to all concerned.

Hubby checked in with the ward mid morning and discoverd MIL was still very unsettled, he asked if she had her hearing aids, a very kind nurse found them, in her hand bag. Hubby was asked if he could bring her in some night dresses. Which bless him he did, over to his mother’s house collected the bag from BIL’s car then off to the hospital.

But before that we took Ruby for her annual booster injection. All well organized, park car, knock on back door of surgery, let vet take dog, a few minutes later she comes out the other door. Back into the car and home.

While he was on his way to the hospital he had a call from the Dr to ask if he would agree to his mother being a Lumber Puncher as they needed to see if she has Covid19 on the brain. It was a shock but he agreed. He arrived at the ward and dropped off her clothes.

When he got home I had done the ironing, then we took Ruby for her walk.

We then spent over an hour trying to get through to the hospital, it’s like pulling teeth, I swear we have rung at least twenty times !. Finally we got through to the Nurse we spoke to this morning. He had received MIL’s stuff but had been too busy to sort any of it.

I rang my sister, unfortunately she is unwell.

We had dinner, home made fish and chips.

Time for a happy song.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA

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