One-Liner Wednesday: Unkind.

Why are people so unkind to James Blunt?

Both images from Buzz Feed.

THIS IS PART OF LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 24, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It’s time again for #SoCs and our host LindaGHill said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oop.” Find a word with the “oop” sound in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!”

Oops I’ve done it again!

So what can I say I seen to bumble through life making the same mistakes over and over, forever jumping through hoops. It’s like an never ending loop, I troop on trying to cope.

I just think I am doing well when I make another bloop and in all my troubles swoop. As ever I end up in the dog poop. So it’s farewell from me the nincompoop.

Well that’s enough of me … Here is an Acrostic Poem to finish off!

Acrostic Oops.

Oops life takes an odd turn
Only I repeat all my mistakes.
Plainly I watch my plans burn.
Swinging on the hoopla that life takes.

Part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Wordless Wednesday. Sue.

© SueVincent

One-Liner Wednesday. Ruby.


“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” – Groucho Marx.

© willowdot21

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 13, 2021.Day,Week, Month,Year,

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Linda said that this week is an anniversary–the start of lockdowns and the acceptance of the Pandemic–for most people around the world. She’d like to suggest something different for this week’s SoCS. We don’t have to do it. You can just choose one of the prompt words and run with it as you always do. Linda said she might do that herself. But it might be interesting to see not just how everyone has coped, or not, over the last year, but to share our common experiences as a way to connect, to feel a little less alone, perhaps. Basically, talk about our last year whether stream-of-consciousness style or not. Or, if we’d rather not, talk about any time period your heart desires. Without further ado!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “day/week/month/year.” Use one, use them all, use them any way you’d like. Enjoy!

I used songs and videos a lots to describe this past pandemic year. They helped me cope and take it all in. The first one to strike me was Andrà Tutti Bene by Cristóvam. It seemed to say it all, the fear, the stress and separation.

The first I heard of this new illness was late November, news coming out of China of fast spreading virus that was killing people in far off Woohan. In late January I wrote my poem The Plague you can read it here I posted it February. So March came around and it was beginning to bite shortages in shops especially toilet rolls yes really toilet rolls. What was so frightening was we kept seeing the news from Europe, especially Italy and Spain.

image Pixabay.

We had a Carribbean holiday booked for March, that was cancelled the day before we went due to covid. In a way I was relieved. Then the Lockdowns started.

It was confusing.

Life then became groundhog Day! At first hubby did all the shopping because he wanted to protect me he bravely carried on doing that until November when we decided to get all our shopping delivered, we still have our shopping delivered.

We’d walk Ruby twice a day we would drive to woodland twice a day and she’d have a lovely walk. We drove 4miles to the woods because they were deserted unlike the park near us which was and still is full of people, on bikes, runners and people who didn’t seem to care about social distancing.

Hubby’s mother fell ill in April , it was covid on the brain, she was taken into hospital. May the first was her 100th birthday hubby was invited into the covid ward so he could celebrate her birthday with her.

Empty corridors, closed wards, wonderful staff and Mother in law confused but doing well. Sadly hubby’s brother and his family caused so much grief for my hubby, refusing to let him in his mother’s house to get clothes for her, his brother was staying there. He refused hubby entry threatening him with the police, his daughter even threatened to kill my husband! They said he had been on a covid ward and could not go near them! …he didn’t want to we had to social distancing.

Well it all got worse. Then hubby’s mum was allowed home, hubby was banned from going over to see her. Sadly she went down hill again and went back into hospital. She died of Covid on the 3rd/4 th June. Then I fell ill. You can read about that here if you wish.

Hubby’s brother and sister let hubby do the whole probate and will and sell his mother’s house with even more threats and nastiness. Thankfully now we never need to speak to them again.

Two poems from those hard months.

A Desparate Sonnet.

The Madness of Wills.

The months went by in a blurr I got used to my Cholosectomy drain and bag it was with me until the end of November when I had my gall bladder and the offending stones taken out.

We walked Ruby, we clapped the NHS every Thursday until we were told to stop. …

We are all very thankful to the NHS and all our frontline workers and first responders , that is not reflected in government’s latest “payrise” to them.

Below the window posters I made.

Then we had Captain Tom Moore. He walked up and down his garden to raise money for the NHS at the age of 99yrs, he died this year at just over 100yrs Tom’s Story Here.

Our Grandchildren have grown up a whole years worth and apart from a few 15 to 30 minute socially distanced visits where they stood on their doorstep and we on the pavement we have lost that year.

above photos sent to us of our grandchildren..

Our boys too have had it hard, our eldest has had to work from home the entire time and has missed his social life and office life dreadfully. He has lost weight, and got very depressed at times . We keep in touch by video and phone.

Our middle son was furloughed and had to take a massive paycut on return to work. Also he caught Covid after returning to work. He was very ill with it over Christmas, he was had the paramedics out twice,was in hospital over night and we could not visit him . We took food round to him Christmas day and waved through the window to him. Christmas was hard this last year. We saw no one in person .. thank goodness for zoom, what’sapp and Skype.

Our youngest son also has had a year of working from home, he has a wife and two children so he is in a better position company wise than the other two boys who live on their own. The children have found it hard in the lockdowns especially the eldest one who misses his school friends. Again, no Christmas no birthday parties it’s so hard on the children. They are back at school now. The younger one was at nursery most of the time as nurserys did not close this lockdown?

Our daughter in law and son have done a sterling job of homeschooling this year. In January our son had an office lodge built in his garden so he can work in peace.

I am not going to mention all the terrible and stupid, selfish and not playing by the rules that some of our government have committed over this past year…it’s taken me long enough to write this and I have written but SoCs so forgive typos, and timeline blips!

So a year later here we are hopefully coming out of lockdown number three. We have lost a lot but in a way we have gained so much. I just hope that there is not another surge of covid. I hope everyone behaves or we will be back into Lockdown number four.


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

One-Liner Wednesday. Truth.

“Telling the truth can be very painful but it is far less painful than being found out in a lie.”

Quote from willow willers.©

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 27, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-sty.” Find a word that ends in “-sty” or use the word “sty.” Enjoy!

Honesty is a commodity that is very often in short supply these days. On a large scale our leaders an politicians very often just play fast and loose with it, interested in their own ends. None of them have the decency or honesty to admit the mistakes they make.

We are often very tight on honesty with ourselves and others. Yet there are always those who’s honesty shines like a becon. They are like lighthouses guiding us through stormy waters.

I shall be honest now, I am not the best person I could be, not the best wife, mum, grandma, friend, sister but I try I know my faults. Let me guide you to a wonderful soul Sue Vincent. A beautiful person full of love and honesty.

© SueVincent

Heart on my sleeve.

Image found here

This is me here I stand,

You’ve taken my heart and crushed it in your hand.

Your words hurt they beat me down.

With a smile you watch me drown.

In my blood you see me thrash,

 Laying bets to when I’ll crash!

Beat me, slap me with your words

My mouth is taped, so my screams can’t be heard.

Cut me carve me it is nothing I have not done before .

Lost and wrecked on emotion’s shore.

Abuse me use me sate your need

Throw me off like an unwanted weed.

See my heart it’s wrent it in two

See it there on my sleeve for you.

No pride left I let it bleed dry

You don’t see the need within my eye.

There is not much more I can do

You tample on my soul, it’s black and blue

I stand here screaming silently

Bleeding need and blood constantly.

Hit me kick me just don’t look at my face,

No matter how hard I tried I’ve lost this race.

Here it comes the huge and vicious mouth

I can’t take any more I fall and stumble south.

Damn you damn you what can I do

To get respect or love from you.

Love okay it’s too late

Sorry, will  not compensate



This is just a poem.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 345 BIRD AND Blow.

Image from Pixabay.

You knocked me for six
It was like winter’s harsh blow
Bird-like I fluttered.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.


The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 13, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa

Its Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today Linda said :
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “above/below.” Use one, use both, use ’em however they inspire you. Bonus points if you use them both. Enjoy!”

© hotpinkWellington’s.

Above and below
A father and son’s love grow.
Parental care shows.

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