For those of you joining SoCS for the first time, it’s a little different than the other prompts in that it’s not always a whole or single word. If you’re joining in from JusJoJan, don’t want to write stream of consciousness style, no worries. It’s up to you! If you do want to try it, please check out the rules on LindaGHill’s page .It’s fun! Here’s your Saturday prompt:
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “a rainy day.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “a rainy day.” Enjoy!
A rainy day in London.
A rainy day keeping an eye on the weather. Two friends spending a day together In their home city. They came by train They have umbrellas incase of rain.
Heavy grey laden clouds hang above The roofs opposite, threatening. White swans glide a pair for life Light fades rain threatening Where can we shelter Lights from cafes Glisten in Dappled Thames.
Our host LindaGHill is here again with the Daily Prompt! Today is January 14th, so this is the 14th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Maggie. Thank you, Maggie! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 14th, 2022, is “freckled.” Use the word “freckled” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Freckled skin is beautiful, as beautiful as skin that is freckleless. Some people like to comment on appearance, especially children. My eldest son has red hair hair, blue eyes and freckles. When he was little he did stand out and people made assumptions about him. Now he is a grown man his hair and freckled skin have tamed down a little. He has to be very careful in the sun because his skin is so pale. Lots of factor 50.
He has travelled the world and has taken him bike with him on many occasions. When he and his friend travelled Vietnam and Cambodia my son caused some constanation in some of the out of the way, off of the beaten track villages with his pale skin and red hair.
RED is my hair green are my eyes LIGHT are my thoughts like butterflies. GREEN the feelingd you have for me. LIGHT weight the side of me that you see. AMBER freckled skin creased by my smile LIGHT my day, stop ribbing me for a while.
Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Maggie and Lauren’s brainchild. This week Maggie has chosen the promt she wants us to explore how we developed our personal sense of style.
I was the last of a large family and so all my clothes until I was at least ten were all hand me downs! My next sister Frankie was and is an amazing needlewoman, start to make me clothes about then. School was less of a problem because there were very strict rules about uniform. Juniors wore blue summer dresses , white socks and brown sandels. Winter, white blouse, gymslip brown knee length socks and brown lace up shoes. Senior school we wore white blouse, school tie and in winter a jumper. All skirts had to be on the knee and the nuns often measured them and woe betide anyone who’s skirt came up short!
photo from Facebook page of my old school.
The above photo shows the uniforms worn in our school. I don’t have any photos of me at school so I am not in this one.
Oh! I have found one of my first communion…we all had to dress in whit wear a viel and white shoes. I am the second from the left in the front row with my hand to my mouth giggling ☺️… probably got told off for that .
First communion not really fashion but it was what we had to wear!
Back in the day, when I was a teen Pyscodelia was the scene Mini dresses in patterns bold In black and white not green or gold. It made no difference if skies were grey Black and white coloured my day. Not for me those paisley prints Nor huge glasses with outrageous tints. No I was a Twiggy girl Black white my patterns swirl. So before my memories fade to grey I’ll witter on about back in the day.
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I started work at 15yrs and trained to be a window dresser, in the boutiques I started in I had discount on anything I bought and I loved my Middie coats that were Maxi on me ( luckily both in fashion) hotpants, long and short dresses flares and straight trousers you name it I tried it! My beautiful and clever sister Frances made my wedding dress! As I stepped out of the wedding car Dad stepped on my train and the zip was pulled…. Frankie needle and cotton always to hand sewed me up before we went into the church 🙂
When I was married first with young children I wore trousers and tops and as often as possible no shoes!
I have had long hair, short spiky hair, medium, straight, curly, all colours even two colours! Nowadays I settle for red hair out of a bottle I have to admit! Nice nails and comfortable clothes.
It’s the Daily Prompt! Today is January 11th, so this is the 11th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Willow. Thanks, Willow! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 11th, 2022, is “cosmopolitan.” Use the word “cosmopolitan” any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Thank you Linda for choosing my prompt..
typically I am fashionably late!
Please excuse the lyrics of this song it was written in a much less politically correct era. The sentiments are good though and perfect for the prompt. Cosmopolitan, is a word for a coming together of all cultures, every city in the world apart from a few in war torn areas are now Cosmopolitan. It is also a cocktail.
A cosmopolitan, or informally a cosmo, is a cocktail made with vodka, triple sec, cranberry juice, and freshly squeezed or sweetened lime juice. Wikipedia.
It is also a magazin popular in the UK and US. Wikipedia
The city planners met and discussed the future :
We want it big , colourful and a blend of every culture.
Yes we must be inclusive of all cultures, creeds and colours.
Indeed we must cater for ever taste, a restaurant of every type, shops selling all ethnic clothes .
Of course we need to make sure everyone is included, a melting pot!
Right truly Cosmopolitan!
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That was the plan….but planners seldom get it right ! So what happened to the planners……did their noses begin to rust?
Hello! Linda is here with our daily prompt. It’s January 10th, so this is the 10th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Ritu. Thanks, Ritu! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 10th, 2022, is “chocolate.” Use the word “chocolate” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Chocolate Acrostic Poem
Cosily sip from favourite cup Hot chocolate warms the cockles Of your heart and toes and fingers Comfy, luxuriate Open fire gives out Lots of safe heat All aglow To rest Easy.
Welcome back to the daily prompt! It’s January 9th, so this is the 9th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Astrid. Thank you, Astrid! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 9th, 2022, is “unicorn.” Use the word “unicorn” any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Back in 2018 in the days when we could travel, and mix socially we had a holiday. (Do you remember those?) We went to Mexico and there was a German family there they were a two generation family and everyday they brought their beautiful unicorn 🦄 to the pool. Each evening he could be seen sitting in their jacuzzi!
Amid the palm trees and the pool bar There was a unicorn,legend and star. He made it to the pool each day. There he spends his holiday. He was such a sight to see Back in the days when we were free.
/Welcome back to your daily prompt! It’s January 6th, so this is the 6th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Pamela. Thank you so much, Pamela! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 6th, 2022, is “anticipation.” Use the word “anticipation” any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Now I have had a very weird day so I am going to come at this post in a weird way….if I have had to cope with the stressful all day I at least think I could blow off some steam here.
Anticipation or as my addle brain is seeing the word Anti citipation…
I am anti citipation, I don’t like precipitation, rain/snow, uck, being wet is my least favourite condition.If I know it’s coming I am in dread anticipation! Okay thats just me playing with words, spelling and pronunciation. Anticipation is often the best part of anything, a party, a date. A baby the nine, or there about gestation, anticipation can be the best part of parenthood ….but we do, well most of us, love our children, and then reality excells anticipation. ( Though I know parenthood can be a nightmare) So we are still in the throws of an infant year and we are all in anticipation of what it might bring. Will things improve I hope so but I don’t anticipate anything changing much, soon 💜
Death sat alone in an empty pub, everywhere he went this happened, he’d come in everyone else would leave. Such a shame he thought sipping his pint and watching it drip right through to the carpet….. so embarrassing!
The door flew open with an almighty gust of wind blowing in dust and tumble weed, very unusual for Brixton. Three hooded and cloaked figures entered “Hey man this is a step up from that coffee bar we met in last time” shouted Plague as he sat down and picked up the lager death had ordered for him on the pub app. “How have you been ” asked Death.
“Actually I have been so busy, as busy as you mate, yup it’s been a great couple of years! “
Famine sat down to his Guinness, the food on his plate turn to mush as he breathed on it. “Cheers Death I’m starving and parched.”.
Death nodded as War came in the sound of fighting and gunshot could be heard from the street, hi big man I’ve been busy too handy with Plague here, grabbing all the headlines I can do loads of damage.
Death moved his sythe and war jumped up waiving an AK-47 at him, Death gave him a withering look and said, “Don’t threaten me, you’ll only come off worse! ” War sat down.
“Tell me” asked Famine whose poked Mother Nature she’s in a foul mood, floods, fires, earthquakes, record hurricanes and tornadoes, not to mention climate change. Is she joining us today. ”
“No” Death replied “She’s too busy fighting back, sick of these humans leaching off of her. She sent you her regards Plague and says you’re doing a great job.”
The unfortunate barman came across to the table when Death beckoned to him, “Another round young man and packet of crisps for my friend Famine here! “
The barman, was all at once exhausted, ready for a fight, starving and showing all the main symptoms for covid, returned to the bar and poured these oddly unquieting customers their drinks. As he came back he tripped on Famine’s shopping nearly spilling the drinks. ” Mind the toilet rolls ” Famine snapped. The other three turned and looked at him and as one asked “Seriously”
As they left the barman collapsed, a riot broke out on the streets of Brixton, all the food shops, even Waitrose had their shelves cleared by starving people. Death sighed and set to collecting the dead , a never ending task which pained him. Suddenly his mobile rang
“Hello God here, I see you are all there”
“Yes we’ve been here a while Sir.”
“I know, I suppose you want an apocalypse now?”
“Not really Sir”
“Well you’re not really giving me much choice are you?”
“And a happy New Year to you too Sir”
Death turned his phone off and headed back to the pub, when he arrived it was packed .
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a beautifully lit retreat with large windows overlooking a little pond and a decking area. Twinkling lights surround the pond.
The Retreat – Image by KL Caley.
Dinner over, Morgana sat on the sofa cigarette in one had and a Bacardi and coke in the other T.V. on , her eyes were feeling rather heavy, all that screen work she thought to herself as she drifted off. Morgause relieved her of her drink and cigarette and covered her with the fleecy blanket she had taken out of the toy box and slipped a hot water bottle next to her to keep her cosy. Merlin looked up from the floor where he was surrounded by wrapping paper and asked. “Oh! is Morgs a tad tired give her a shove I fancy a game of charades.” “No” relied Morgause “she’s exhausted, she had to work really hard sorting that frozen virus it took her ages” Stepping away from her sleeping sister she took a drag of the cigarette, this made her cough “goodness knows what she sees in these things” she said throwing it into the fire, she then took a large swig of the Bacardi, “That’s better” she said sitting down next to Merlin, “let’s play”.
Morgana was fast be asleep as Morgause and Merlin played charades. She was exhausted but her brain was not relaxed enough to sleep peacefully so she drifted into a dream. She found herself standing on some decking by a pond surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. It was winter and a tad chilly, so she made her way towards what looked like a cosy lodge type building.
Inside it was warm and cosy. Morgarna curled herself up in a huge armchair by the fire. A handsome waiter asked if he could get her anything. She asked him for a hot chocolateand Brandy.
a warm cosy fire chocolate to kill the chill and warm the spirit.
Now Morgana fell into a deep sleep, content and happy. In her mind she was in a cosy retreat safe from any jobs Merlin might have up his sleeve or any tricks her mischievous sister might be about to play on her. This was bliss the perfect place to rest.
“Get off me ” Someone was shaking Morgana she opened her eyes expecting to see the cosy surroundings she had fallen asleep in. Instead Merlin and Morgause were looking at her. “Come on sleepyhead you’ve had a couple of hours kip. We’re off to the pub for a lock in and you’re coming too.” Merlin smiled, “You can’t sleep all Christmas!” “Are we going in your car” asked Margarna sleepily. “No we are not” replied Merlin “I’ve only just got it fixed after you trashed it for me!” Reluctantly Morgana dragged her mind back to the reality she was living in at the moment, put on some lippy, lit a cigarette and said, “okay let’s get this party started! “
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