Throwback Thursday #50 – Are Rules Made to be Broken?.

Maggie is back and this week she has given up the prompt for her’s and Lauren’s brainchu Throwback Thursday.

Who in your family was the person who made and enforced rules?

Both really, Mum enforced them but it was Dad who made them.

Did you grow up with many rules, or was your life a little more flexible?

We had lots of rules, times to get up, bedtimes, meal times, times we had to be in, how we spoke, when we spoke. But don’t get me wrong we were loved we were happy we had fun but we were disaplined.

Were you a rule follower or a rule breaker?

A little of both.

How were discipline and – in contrast – rewards managed in your household?

Mum would shout at us and I hated that! Dad would tell us off and give us a lecture….we all hated that. I got sent to my room or to bed early.

Rewards were always verbal praise.

Were you given the opportunity to plead your case in matters of disagreement?

Yes but it generally made no difference.

What tools did your parents use – ‘I’m going to count to three’ or ‘don’t make me get up’ or a time-out chair?

“I will tell your father when he gets home.” and she did. With Dad it was just a look?

Did fear of discipline curb your desire to break or bend the rules?

Yes and No.

Did your upbringing influence the way you (as an adult) managed rules in your own home?

Yes I was not a great disciplinarian I always wanted everyone to be happy. Hubby was better at disapline than me, he is very black and white.

Were you ever ‘grounded’? Do you want to share the story?

Yes I was but I can’t remember why.

Did you break rules your parents never knew about? Want to confess and leave with a clear conscience?

Yes I did but I am not sharing.

K.L.Caley’s#writephoto : Solitude and Stairway.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a castle on a tiny island.

Solitude – Image by KL Caley.
Stairway – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows wooden stairs surrounded by grass and trees (almost hidden).

All I can say is life has been so hectic that even Morgarna’s hectic madness looks preferably admirable to me. Anyway I missed last weeks episode so here is a two for one !

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As the seven suns rose over the watery planet Morgarna and Merlin set off to find out what was happening. Merlin complaining she had comprised his manhood in a very high pitched voice! Morgarna said it served him right but she did feel a tad responsible…but that would not last. She was just relieved the Viking attack had just been a bad dream.


It took them ages to hop and scrabble through the undergrowth until Morgarna stopped dead and let out a huge RIBBIT! , “What now Morgarna, you’ve not stopped moaning since we set off, what’s wrong? ” asked a very irritated Merlin. Morgarna took a deep breath and changed back to herself the only difference being she was all dressed in green and her hair and skin were green too! ” I am not doing this as a frog Merls I have just had enough! ” A sudden laugh made her turn on her heels to come face to face with Merlin who was also all green! “How long have you been like that” Morgana asked ” from the get go, hun, I wondered how long it would take you to Morph!


Meanwhile back on Earth but in another reality Morgause sleeps in a castle on the island of Avalon, under the tender care of Vivienne. As she sleeps the waters of the lake lap rhythmically against the rocks that support the castle in its solitude. Morgause lays deathly pale surrounded by herbs and flowers hand picked by Vivienne especially for their healing powers. Months had passed and still Morgause sleeps

As Morgause sleeps she dreams she was in a laberynth, blindfolded and pursued by shadows that click and whisper. She is exhausted but she knows she must not sleep or the shadows will consume her. There is a sweet smell that keeps her awake she knows somehow it is protecting her.
In her dream Morgause hears voices, Merlin’s, her sister’s and the gentle tone of Vivienne’s voice as she speaks healing spells . Still she is afraid of the pursuing shadows.

Stairway – Image by KL Caley

Morgarna finished her cigarette and kicked the snoozing Merlin, come on sleepy head we need to get going again….Merlin yawned “I was dreaming of Morgause in Avalon, I saw her on a bed of herbs and flowers, she looked so pale and still but she is not resting, there were shadows all around her.”
“Was the Lady Vivienne there? Merls is she looking after her?”
“Yes hun, she is incanting spells and embroidering .”
As they reached the brow of a hill the saw a set of wooden stairs surrounded by grass and trees almost hidden from view. “I think we have finally arrived Merls ” Morgarna said pointing to the steps.


The elegantly dressed figures clad in green approached the steps with caution Morgarna waved a hand and they both became instantly invisible. They could hear voices above them that sounded similar to James and Thomas. “We had to jump that Merlin and that pushy woman came in and found us arguing! “
“All I asked you to do was to get the lay of the land to see if the place was worth an invasion… and you have so far got imbroiled with a young ghost, two time traveling busybodies and you left Esther behind” Mr Hippo Campus did not sound at all happy!


Reaching the top of the ladder Merlin and Morgarna were amazed at the sight which greeted them. A huge bubble full of algae, flora and fauna and a steady constant rain. It was full of all types of amphibian and fish. Mr Hippo Campus was not alone. “Oh! look ” Morgarna thought “Thomas and James are shrimps look Merls” Merlin replied ” not even a meal there!

This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

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