One liner Wednesday. 2020 summed up.

This says it all.

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 12/12/2020 – 1/8/2021

Chel Owens said:

A new year’s creeping up on us, and I think it’s time for some limericks. This month’s Theme is Resolutions.

So here in Limerick tempo are my resolutions.

Image from Pixabay

This year I can say without doubt.
Is defunct and driven us all up the spout.
The virus has plagued us
Upset and betrayed us
It’s enough to make us all pout.

So what will happen next year
Maybe more of the same I fear
So I vow to sleep
My council to keep
Until it’s time for 2022 to appear.

But have I resolutions you ask.
I will definitely be wearing a mask
I shall keep my distance
And leave nothing to chance
Keeping covid free will be my task.

So what’s in store for you
Is ignoring the rules what you’ll do.
Or will you like me
Cover, wash and flee
Steadfastly ignoring advice that’s not true.

So really at the end of the day
There’s not much more I can say.
The Vaccine is here
Hold out your arm dear
And let’s kick the old Covid away.

This is part of A Mused Poetry Contest 12/12/2020 – 1/8/2021.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 12/2020

Badge by Shelley Krupa

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!

Our first car was mini in 1969 it was an F registration 1967. It was an ex police car from Bedfordshire. An unusual colour, Burmuda Blue a beautiful colour. Mini’s in those days were tiny and basic and not very fast, not sure it could of been a traffic car, but it was probably a panda car.

Mini 850cc Mk3 Basic
Reg: WUE 148H
(H = 1st Aug 1969 – 31st July 1970)

image from

That is how our Mimi would of looked before we bought it. The blues and twos had been removed from the roof and the doors had been stayed blue to match the rest of the car. We loved it so, we travelled to Cornwall, Scotland and Devon in it. It was a real work horse and we had it when we lived in London , until we moved to Exmouth in 1973.

Hubby with car 1971 Cornwall © willowdot21
Me in same place © willowdot21
A rare colour photo in Scotland. 1972 © willowdot21

The above dress is a mini dress the hight of fashion in those days! Talking of fashion, well I just mentioned it didn’t I? I was a window dresser in those days so what with staff discount and proximity to all the latest “gear” I had a chance to follow fashion which included, mini skirts/dresses, hot pants, midi dreses/ coats and of course Maxi dresses/coats. Though in my case, being vertically challenged, the middi sufficed as a maxi for me!

I had one like this in Brown and it had frog fastening at the front. I love my maxi coat and mini dress.

I also had one of these boy it stank!

I loved my Afghan coat but it really never lost its smell. Well I think that’s all I need to say about Mini and Maxi. Let’s ask George and Ringo to play us out, Fab a song that brings back those days to me 💜

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

The A Mused Poetry Contest 11/14 – 12/11/2020

The Christmas Email 🎄

T’was the night before Christmas, I’m peeling the sprouts,
I’ll regret it tomorrow of that I’ve no doubts.
I’ve spent hours wrapping pressies for under the tree.
Everyones socially distancing so it’s up to me.
This year’s been a bummer so I thought let’s spread the joy
(cough) Here’s our news which is bound to annoy.
Lets start with grandpa well he’s loosing the plot
he’s been stalking the estate quite a lot.
Since they said he can drive no more,
he’s been acting like a bear with a head that’s sore!
Hubby has been busy washing hands and making masks
when people get too close he takes them to task.
Jerome, Cathy and Hermione are fine,
in and out of school all the time.
Fighting over computer, laptop and tablet …all of them mine!
We’ve all had to isolate at different times ,
we’ve done as we’re told to avoid fines!
We’re all sick of watching the neighbours breaking the rules.
How will we ever be rid of this Covid surrounded by fools.
The chickens stopped laying last week,
the hamsters are missing we’ve not heard a squeak.
We’ve had our fair share of hospitals and Ambulances too.
But to be fair in lockdown there’s not much to do!
My goodness is that the time,
I must get this sent then open the wine.
Merry Christmas to you and your bubble,
let’s hope 2021 is less trouble.
The Vaccine is coming we’ll all grow two heads..I don’t really care, in 100years we’ll all be dead!

© willowdot21

Part of Chelsea Owen’s mused poetry Challenge.

5 Days AWAL.

Hi guys I have been into hospital and had my operation last Friday. Though the operation did go well, unfortunately I was very unwell and ended up back in hospital in the early hours of the morning. With vomiting, excruciating pains and a high fever. Anyway 12hrs of fluids, painkillers and antsickness med drips I was allowed home again. I am picking up slowly. But I wanted to apologize to everyone who’s posts and comments I have missed in the last few days.

Today is the first day I have felt anything like myself. I am slowly catching up with you all. I keep getting pains and feeling sick but it is a huge improvement on how I was feeling. So fingers crossed I can catch up with you all in the next few days. Please be patient with me.

Please Help Mary Smith.

Please read Mary’s post asking for help to protect the beautiful countryside where she lives in Scotland from being ruined by Scottish Power Energy Networks. Please send an email objecting to the proposed works.

MarySmith’sPlace #Giant pylons will ruin iconic landscape

From time to time on this blog I have shared some of the glorious countryside we have here in Dumfries & Galloway in South West Scotland.

Unfortunately, a huge area of this is now at risk of being ruined by Scottish Power Energy Networks (SPEN) which has put a planning application in to the Scottish Government to erect 118 giant pylons (up to 39 metres tall) from Glenlee, near New Galloway to Tongland in the south near Kirkcudbright.

Stroan Loch, courtesy PhilMcMenemy

The route goes over or close to iconic Galloway countryside including, the Queens Way (the road from New Galloway to Newton Stewart), Raiders Road, Stroan Loch and the Otter Pool. Laurieston Forest and the Kenick Burn will also be impacted, along with an avenue of beech trees by the burn’s picnic area. The route also goes over the C13 road from Laurieston to Gatehouse of Fleet, a road beloved by everyone – locals and visitors alike.

Continue reading at Mary Smith’s place.

Oops I can see properly!

Hi everyone I have had an unexpected eye exam today and I am unable to see properly they effects last 6 to 8 hours so forgive me for not being around. I will catch up later or tomorrow love to all💜

He’s Out There ln The Garden.

Today is my brother in law’s Birthday. He probably doesn’t know it because he has Alzheimer’s/ Dementia.

My sister looked after him at home for as long as she could but he is now in a home, his condition got too difficult for her to cope with.

I have written quite a few poems on his and others sharing this plight. In his honour and all carers and sufferers I have taken two of my poems and reworked them into one.

Happy Birthday John. © willowdot21

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He is out in the garden with the secateurs again
The flowers are looking nervous and hoping it will rain.

The airing cupboard is wearing a smile
He’s is busy elsewhere so it has peace for a while.

We need to eat, it must be time for dinner.
We have just eaten, have a biscuit, that’s always a winner.

How cruel, how mean, how so unkind
To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.

There are no words that can truly describe
The pain and fear of those trapped, dead, yet still alive.

You can not reason, they know no rhyme
They are gone from us left behind.

The tiny flashes of a knowing eye is just a mockery
Your loved one is no longer who they used to be.

Screams of anger, voices harsh with fists of hate
You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.

There is no more that you can in all honesty do
They may be gone. Can you hold your patience and to their love be true.

He is out in the garden with the secateurs again
The flowers are looking nervous and hoping it will rain.

Constipation

Our friends Sue Vincent and Mary Smith are both fighting Cancer right now. Both have hit another capital C. I am not talking about chemo nasty as that is. No I am talking about Constipation! Well all I can say is I have been there and it is horrendous! It may not seem like a big health issue but believe me it is. It certainly is not glamorous. So I am hoping to bring a smile to their faces and anyone else in the same or similar position. They have both discussed constapation in the comments on Mary’s blog and Mary has written about it at length, so I am betraying no secrets.

So to any of you who don’t do bodily functions or honesty perhaps this is not a poem for you .

Ruddy Constipation

Oh! This bloody constipation
It is causing me such consternation
I try my best eating veg and fruit
But do I shift it, no, I just toot.
Oh! The pain is so extreme
I push and push, grimace and scream.
Just to pass a motion now seems like a dream
The truth is more a nightmare
This dam shit is set on staying there.
I stand, I sit, I squat but the body is not playing
That,the laxative will work soon! I am truly praying!

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So I am sending this out to everyone suffering with cancer or any illness or disability. Keep fighting and keep taking the laxative!

Mary and Sue keep fighting!

You can visit Sue and Mary’s blogs using the Links at the beginning of this post.

My Red Killer Shoes.

I know I put this out last week but it needs to be said again . Come on Red Shoes get kicking !

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My, we will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

my red shoes.

To my friends 💜💜💜💜💜

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