Seriously, Another Year.

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 .

As Another Year Ends.

It’s a strange time of year, between Christmas and New Year. …Cold, wet and dark. The tree lights are on in our house and it’s cosy. The year is dying, slipping away, the new year is awaiting it’s turn to breath new life into nature.

© willowdot21


It’s been another harsh year, we have lost two leading lights of our wordpress community. The beautiful Sue Vincent who can be found at Sue Vincent Daily Echo

© Sue Vincent.

and Mary Smith who can be found at Mary Smith’s Place.

©Mary Smith


What are the odds that these two amazing women would, at the same point in time both develope a rare and fierce lung cancer? They even joked about making a pair as one had it on the left and one on the right . Sadly as of Christmas day they are both gone from this world.
I hope they are together enjoying a good chat and a drink. Keeping eachother company.

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Family wise it’s been up and down, we’ve all held close despite not living on top of each other we have all supported eachother by phone and video, we’ve even got together lockdown and travel rules permitting. We had a small family birthday party for hubby in May, youngest son did a BBQ it was a great success and we followed Covid rules.

Hubby sorted his mother’s estate, she died of Covid in 2020 not long after her 100th birthday. We managed to buy a house for our middle son, with agreement and help from our other two sons. Middle son is now settled and happy, as are the other two lads.

Eldest son and middle son have both had Covid and recovered though still feeling the effect of long Covid. The whole family except the grandchildren have all been double vaccinated and had our boosters plus our ordinary flu Jabs.

In June I got a reminder from wordpress that I have been with them for ten years. Blogging has been my constant, it’s kept me sane and healthy.

© willowdot21

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In August hubby and I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary our lads organised the whole thing for us all we had to do was to turn up and meet family and friends …even our best man! And we all recognised eachother!

September saw our youngest grandson start school so they are now both scholars.

©hotpinkwellingtons.

Also September was my Birthday and we had afternoon tea out with friends.

© willowdot21

October saw me helping my friend’s daughter tame her Witches for Halloween, each year their garden gets dressed and opened to the public to raise money for charity….again Covid rules abided by!

© willowdot21.

Mid November we found a lump in Ruby’s leg our vet took a biopsy and it turned out to be cancer. They referred us to the Noel Fitzpatrick Vetinary Hospital in Guildford. It was a shock and something we were dreading. Well we took Ruby to the hospital and they kept her in and operated the next day. We had to change her dressing four times a day for three days the for seven days we had to take her to the hospital daily for seven days…. anyway stiches are out now and fingers crossed the histological is good so we are hopeful 💜. We are still sleeping downstairs with her, we take it in turns.

© willowdot21.

And so to Christmas which was lovely and very busy, youngest son, wife and the grand children arrived at ten am and we had a huge present opening. They were on their way to our daughter in law’s parents for dinner. We cooked two sets of Christmas dinner, one at 11.30am for middle son who had to go to work, then eldest son, hubby and I ate at 13.45 and it was tasty…eldest son is vegetarian so that was almost like cooking another separate meal .

© willowdot21.

BoxingDay, we had had everyone in and out and it was lovely to see them all after a year of hardly seeing them at all.

So now we approach the New Year and I don’t like New Year at the best of times.. There is so much expectation of a brave new world that never appeares, of hopes of better times dashed. No I have hoped for a magical change for nothing to happen, nothing to improve so I no long expect it. You may of noticed I have not mentioned our government well that’s because I no longer trust them they are all self-seeking liars.

As for Covid …well it’s not showing any sign of going anywhere yet a while. That said I do want to wish you all a very, safe, healthy, happy and prosperous 2022 and I really hope things are good for you all.

Give a little piece of your love

Christmas comes but once a year but it never comes alone. Fear, pain and suffering often tag along.

We do need to spare a thought for those less better off than ourselves. The poor, the abused and the homeless, the stateless refugee.

Sadly there have been three terrible child abuse cases lately in the UK. Children abused and killed by parents and now two sets of twins aged 3 and 4 years burned to death in a house where they were home alone. These are the cases that have made the news there are many many more we will never know of.

Okay we can’t change the world over night but we must spare a thought for everyone we can help with our time, gifts or money.

Crisis at Christmas.

NSPCC.

Help the Refugees.

RSPCA.

There are many more charities you can choose from.

I truly hope you have a wonderful Christmas filled with joy, health and peace especially in these covid times.

I LOVE YOU ALL

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 18, 2021

It’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and the prompt this week is : “opposites.” Use the word “opposites” or write about things that are opposites. Have fun!

This is the second time I have written an interpretation of this song by The Rasmus because I love it and there is always more to find in this story of these two opposites.

Polar oposites were they
He the night she the day
He a fallen angel, dark
She so pure without a mark
They met, the universe exploded.
They ignored the odds against them loaded.
They were never meant to be
Yet could their love set them free.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 87 (SIGH) in the C rhyme line.

Ronovanwrite’s

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

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HOMELESS DÉCIMA

Winter’s chill nips badly shod feet
Cold wind burns cheeks and makes them glow
That cough worsens, makes concerns grow
A gift of hot coffee, so sweet
Not often an angel you meet.
You see them on the street and sigh
Their life stories will make you cry.
Spare a thought for them just reach out.
You could really help them no doubt.
Share Christmas cheer around, please try.

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 255: #POET’SCHOICE (WITH A TWIST)

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own poetry form—It’s up to you! This is our last Poet’s Choice for 2021 Our host Colleen said :… I have a request. Let’s write a poem using a form of your choice about Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, and any festival or tradition you celebrate during the month of December. Even if you don’t celebrate, share something meaningful as we go into the dark days of winter. Share your wisdom with us. Remember, I’ll have a new weekly poetry schedule beginning on January 1, 2022.

© willowdot21 2019

Tonight
A child cries
Woes of the world
Weigh heavy on this boy
Bless him.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. This week I chose to try a Cinqku.

A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis. 

Song Lyric Sunday: Housing Benefits.5th Dec, 2021.

It’s Sunday and time for Song Lyric Sunday December 5th 2021:House, Room, Kitchen, Shower, Attic suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.

Jim Adams

Well first up, naughty but so good is Shaggy with mention of Bathroom and Shower .

It Wasn’t Me” is the first single from Jamaican reggae musician Shaggy‘s fifth studio album, Hot Shot (2000). The song features vocals from Rikrok. The lyrics of the song depict one man (Rikrok) asking his friend (Shaggy) what to do after his girlfriend caught him cheating on her with “the girl next door”. His friend’s advice is to deny everything, despite clear evidence to the contrary, with the phrase “It wasn’t me.”

“It Wasn’t Me” was released to contemporary hit radio on 7 November 2000 and has been regarded as Shaggy’s breakthrough in the pop market. It is his highest-charting song to date, topping the charts in Australia, Austria, Flanders, France, Ireland, the Netherlands, Poland, the United Kingdom, and the United States. It was the best-selling single of 2001 in the UK, selling over 1.15 million copies that year and over 1.42 million as of 2017.

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Next up one of my favourite songs from Imogen Heap, Little Bird mentioning Kitchen and Lounge.

Ellipse is the third studio album from British singer-songwriter Imogen Heap. After returning from a round the world writing trip, Heap completed the album at her childhood home in Essex, converting her old playroom in the basement into a studio. The album got its name from the distinctive elliptical shape of the house. The album’s title was confirmed by Heap via her Twitter page on 25 April 2009, after being leaked onto the internet on 23 April. On 15 June, Heap confirmed that the album would be released on 24 August 2009 in the United Kingdom on Megaphonic Records and 25 August in North America on RCA Records and Epic Records and distributed by Sony BMG. Subject matter in the songs includes post break-up malaise (“Wait It Out”), domestic boredom (“Little Bird”), body image issues (“Bad Body Double”) and a common Heap theme, unrequited love (“Swoon” and “Half Life”).

Next is My Attic from Pink in the Attic.

Hurts 2B Human is the eighth studio album by American singer-songwriter Pink. Released on April 26, 2019, by RCA Records, the album was initially planned as a standalone extended play (EP). Pursuing a sound that would be departure from her previous albums, Pink enlisted the assistance of collaborators such as Greg KurstinMax Martin, and Ryan Tedder. The album features guest appearances by Cash CashKhalidChris Stapleton, and Wrabel. The album was officially announced during Pink’s interview on The Ellen DeGeneres Show broadcast in February 2019. Musically, Hurts 2B Human is a pop record whose lyrics delve into themes of love, family, introspection, life, and self-worth.

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Finally the great Imogen Heap again with a spoken piece which she accompanies herself. Neglected Space from her Album Sparks .

Sparks is the fourth studio album by English singer Imogen Heap, released on 19 August 2014 through Megaphonic Records in the United Kingdom and through RCA Records in the United States. Recorded between 2011 to 2014 across four different continents, with a new song being written and released a new song every three months, it was primarily written and produced by Heap, with additional writing and production from collaborators Deadmau5Vishal–Shekhar, and B.o.B, as well as production from Nick Ryan.

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE 💜

Bonus track, Every Time That You Walk In the Room by The Searchers

“When You Walk in the Room” was recorded by The Searchers in 1964, reaching #35 in the US and #3 in the UK. The group also recorded a German version titled “Wenn ich dich seh”. Originally “When You Walk in the Room” was a song written and recorded by Jackie DeShannon, released as a single on November 23, 1963, as the B-side to “Till You Say You’ll Be Mine”.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 386 BELLY & Stuff.

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the empty bellies
of half the world embarrass
all,who stuff themselves.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovanwrite’s

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS October 16, 2021

Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “if.” Start your post with the word “If.” Enjoy!

If only I’d made more time
To travel to your door
If only we been closer
Or I’d known what I know now before.
If only I had told you how much I really care
If only I could touch you, If only you were here.

© willowdot21 Mary and I , Mary seated.

My  dear  and  beautiful second eldest  sister died  in October 2015 . She was a nursing  sister  all her  working  life and  she  touched  so many  lives. She died a horrible  and  painful  death due  to a  drug  resistant  bug. 

Last moments

The  machines  murmured and  slowly  stopped their pings

As her  soul, finally  at  peace, was  released  and  found it’s  wings.

After months  of  pain  and  strain she  was  free  to  run and laugh  again.

I hope  you  are  back  with  your  true love and  dancing  to  a sweet refrain.

God  Bless  you  sister  dear

I shall miss  you  so,  yet still feel  you near.

Your departure on my heart has left a scar

You are  still next  to me not  far.

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Throwback Thursday #7 School Daze.

Throwback Thursday Memory Blog

Caution this is not a fun blog post but it’s a true one from my heart.

Maggie is our hostess this week as she alternates with Lauren for the Throwback Thursday/ I Remember When series. 
This week’s prompt is: School Memories – Take this prompt wherever it leads you. Here are some suggestions to consider.

Who was your favorite teacher? What about your worst? Were you a member of any clubs? Did you attend homecoming or the prom? What was your favorite subject? Were you the perfect student or a troublemaker? What clothes were in style when you were in school? How did you get to school? Bus, walk, drive? Any extracurricular activities? What did you do for lunch? Did you attend football games or other sports? Did you attend school when corporal punishment was applied? Have a school photo you wish to share?

I wrote this poem on abuse at school by piers and teachers, in 2012. It  is personal and I am not afraid to say so. My school days were among the worst days of my life. I was lucky in a way as there was no internet in my day, once I was home I was more or less safe.

It can be even worse these days as there is now cyber bullying so the poor victim cannot get away from it unless they cut themselves off completely from the modern appliances. In fact some people are Tolled after their death and so it is their family that carry on receiving the bullying.

It is abuse it should be stopped but the schools do not seem to be able to stop it !

It’s nothing less than abuse.

Rounded shoulders head hung down

Rounded shoulders head hung down why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown. Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs. Teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like dregs.

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Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games. Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed , my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six my things did not get replaced they just got fixed. My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white , I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night. I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently, I was from the posh school.  They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no  difference if I’d let them know. When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace. They joined the line of teachers and my piers it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I no friends, no that would not be true. I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few. I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell. They tell you, you don’t  realize that school days are the best days of your life , thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain  but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again. I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,  fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night. I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel. The worse days of my life were my years at school. I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE.

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