One Liner Wednesday on Thursday. Family Communications.

Travelling to hotel for the wedding, on phone to eldest son, ( Hubby driving) .

Me on phone to eldest Son. “Oh! P. We’ve just past a sign for Prison ! “

Eldest Son: “Keep driving Dad , don’t stop whatever you do. “

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Throwback Thursday #54 – Raindrops on Roses

This week’s Throwback Thursday ( Maggie and Lauren’s brainchild) prompt comes from Maggie, she said “Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Lauren had us dressed to the nines last week, so I thought this week we could be a little more casual and relaxed. I thought it would be fun to remember our adolescence and just think about a few of our favorite things.”

This week’s prompt is: Favorite Things Pick any period of your adolescence and think back to all your favorite things. Feel free to elaborate as much as you want.

Who was your favorite relative? Not to play favorites, but who was the person you connected with more than others? Aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, or parent? Why were you closest to them?

Apart from Mum and Dad and the family, my favourite relative was not a real relative. My mum’s close friend Aunty George. As I said she was my mum’s best friend. My mum was not a well woman and she was in hospital a lot and I usually got to stay at Aunty George’s house which was a very posh house! She had two daughters and a son and of course Uncle George. I spent lots of time in that house, I even joined the choir at their church and went there with Christine and Kathryn. Yes I loved Aunty George she was kind, patient and taught me a lot!

What was your favorite TV show? Share a clip if you can find one.

The Woodentots

And Ready, Steady Go!

What was your favorite book or favorite family story?

What Katy Did is an 1872 children’s book written by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey under her pen name “Susan Coolidge”. It follows the adventures of a twelve-year-old American girl, Katy Carr, and her family who lived in the fictional lakeside Ohio town of Burnet in the 1860s. Katy is a tall untidy tomboy, forever getting into scrapes but wishing to be beautiful and beloved. When a terrible accident makes her an invalid, her illness and four-year recovery gradually teach her to be as good and kind as she has always wanted. More information at

What was your favorite, song, record, or album. Feel free to share a YouTube video of it.

I loved The Rolling Stones, The Monkeys, The Hollies, Beach Boys, Adam Faith, zombies, well everyone really!
Favourite Album hard but it has to be The Rolling Stones Between The Buttons.

Who was your favorite teacher? What grade were you in and what subject did they teach?
Miss Jones, she taught Geography in senior school.

What was your favorite subject (not teacher) in school?
English.

Who was your favorite (aka best) friend? What things did you do together?

Anne , she was in the year above me and we got a lot of stick from the Nuns and pupils from our year forms. We had lots of fun together staying at eachother’s homes, shopping, going to youth club, listening to music..
Here’s a song that reminds me of Anne.

What was your favorite way to pass the time?

Listening to music and imagining what life would be like. Hanging out with Anne and helping out at the Library.

What was your favorite holiday? How did you celebrate?

Christmas:
I really don’t know how my mum used to produce such wonderful Christmas dinners, for so many people because money was so tight but she really always came up trump’s.
It all started on Christmas Eve when we all went shopping with mum…. We all regardless of age had stuff to carry home. Everything was bought, then it was home and busy in the kitchen…mince pies were made, veg prepped, turkey stuffed, gravey prepared. The Christmas pudding and cake were made weeks before yet always tasted as fresh as if they had been made the day before. As fast as my mum made mince pies my brothers pinched them!
The Christmas decorations and the tree went up on Christmas Eve too, when I was old enough I went to midnight mass with my older brothers and sisters.
We had a tiny kitchen and how we all got in there to help here was a miracle.
Mum’s old gas cooker was very temperamental and often blew up.. nothing worse than singed eyebrows thank goodness.
There were eight of us plus numerous waifs and strays! No one was ever turned away from our door.
I have always followed my mum’s tradions, her menus and her panicks.
Breakfast : scrambled eggs and salmon with buckfizz.
Dinner:
Turkey and Ham or Pork or occasionally Beef. Stuffing, sausage meat, roast parsnips, carrots, sweet potatoes, potatoes, basted with honey.
Coliflower and Broccoli cheese, Brussel sprouts, peas and gravy, Yorkshire pudding, bread sauce and Cranberry sauce, apple sauce and horseradish sauce!
Christmas Pudding, Cheesecake as mice pies.

I remember one year when I was about fourteen years old. Dad was washing up at our Belfast sink ( before they were fashionable) he put the plates on the draining board, we dried them and put them on the dresser behind him. What we didn’t realize was that he was lifting the clean dishes and washing them again 🤣🤣

What was your favorite toy or possession? Doll, camera, radio, bicycle?

My rabbit Osie and teddy Jungles. My best friends and I still have them. Osie’s outfit is made out of one of my Dad’s old socks!

Bonus: What was your favorite adventure? Family trip, amusement park, field trip, or vacation perhaps.

I used to love going with Dad every few weeks to the Barbers. We’d go on the bus and tube to Chiswick Park, dad would have his hair cut and a shave and I would sit and watch. Then he’d buy me an ice-cream from the Italian ice-cream parlour on Chiswick High Street before we went home. I always felt special because it was just me and dad!

© willowdot21. Some but not all of the family. Dad with me at the front.

One Liner Wednesday. Cement.

© willowdot21

“If a house is home, family are the cement that holds everything together. ” © willowdot21.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Throwback Thursday #52 – Transitions and Modifications

Welcome to Throwback Thursday the brainchild of Lauren and Maggie. This week it’s Maggie’s turn and she said : “Here we are again, taking a trip back in time. This week might take a little memory work to recall a few things, but it should be fun. Part of growing up is finding you own way of self expression. This comes about in many ways so think back. Are you ready? If you care to join us, it’s easy.”

This week’s prompt is: Transitions and Modifications

Think about your first haircut. Were you the kid that cut your own hair? Did you go to a salon or did your parents cut your hair? Did your parents save a lock of your hair?

Right…. Mum was a hairdresser before she married dad she actually had her own salon in Oxford. Like most little girls in those days I had long hair and every night mum would tie it in rags so as to produce long thick ringlets. The trouble was it was a very uncomfortable process and I hated it!
As I got older mum would always cut my hair as she had everyone else in the family. She even did my first perm …. A disaster, I got really teased about that. When I was about thirteen I got my first professional cut at a salon I had a Cilla Black cut! Not unlike the style I have now. In between I have had all sorts and colours!

How about shaving? Fathers often teach their sons to shave. Most girls I know, decided for themselves when to shave their legs and their underarms. Some cultures do not shave at all.

My sister’s gave me tips on when and how to shave , though we also used to use Immac Cream which is now called Veet Cream a lot safer than a razor .

Did you alter your clothes? Cut jeans into cut-offs? Cut the sleeves off t-shirts? Wear graphic tees? Tie-dyes? Sew patches on your jeans?

I used to buy Jeans then sit in the bath until they shrank to my size. I did a lot of tie-dyed, cut off T-shirts and jeans too.

Was there a time you remember challenging the authority in your household. Do you remember the first time you found your voice?

No not really….I can remember arguments with mum …. But never with Dad . I might of muttered behind his back but never to his face.

What about piercings? Girls getting their ears pierced was a rite of passage for girls. Then boys started getting one ear pierced. As time passed, piercings became more mainstream and accepted.

I never had piercings even to this day I have no piercings.

Did you walk on the wild side? Smoking? Drinking? Did your parents know?

Yes I tried both but I was married by seventeen.
At first I didn’t tell my parents but as I got older they knew. I stopped smoking in my late thirties and never looked back.

What about tattoos? Did you get a tattoo while still living at home? Did your parents approve?

Never wanted a tattoo I don’t think any of my brothers or sisters had them either. Two of my son’s have them .

What about language? Was swearing allowed in your family? Did you use the same language around your friends as you did at home with your family?

We were not allowed to swear or blasphem. We also had to speak correctly. Again I found people would take against me if I spoke correctly and they would call me posh . Yes I did speak differently with friends and school to when I was at home.

Think back to high school. Girls, did you iron your hair? Did you color your hair? (using Sun-in counts!) Guys, did you grow a beard or moustache? Did you grow your hair long? Feel free to share a photo of yourself back in the day.

I was definitely au natural at school, we were taught by nuns!!

Many people think our authentic self is the person we were as young children. Are you still inherently the same person you were as a child or have you changed your personality and demeanor along the way?

I am what I am always was and always will be. What you see is what you get …. perhaps a little wiser and definitely a lot older. Now I colour my hair and my nails Dad would call me a painted lady if he saw me now.

One-Liner Wednesday. Family Communication.2 liner.

Eldest son. What time am I expected and what is it .

Me. 12.30pm and it a running buffet, that does not give you permission to turn up at 5pm . 😁😁😁😁

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

One- Liner Wednesday. Family Communications.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

What’s App chat with eldest son on his way from his home to Wimbledon last Friday.

Me . Hey you have a great day and wear a hat and sun cream and drink water..love Ya! your nagging mother! 🤪🤪🤪


Son. Thanks mum, what was that? Drink beer and apply olive oil??

Got to love him!

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Throwback Thursday – #44 – Fireworks Celebrations

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This week Lauren has asked us about our memories and feelings about our childhood experiences with fireworks.

1) What are your earliest memories of watching fireworks?

I think I was probably three and I can remember being carried around by my eldest sister. I was wrapped in a blanket, I remember the light and heat from the huge bonfire. The noise and the pretty lights. I remember feeling warm and safe and tomato soup hot and warming.

2) Were you more afraid or excited at the time?

I was excited but mainly I was tired but I remember good feelings.

3) What occasions were celebrated with watching fireworks?

When I was a child it was only Guy Fawkes night Nov 5th ….one of my bothers got married on that date I guess it was a good way of never forgetting his Anniversary!

4) Did you travel to fireworks shows, or did your family have their own, safe and sane explosives?

I don’t remember the family ever traveling to a display. We had a small back garden but our nextdoor neighbours had a huge garden that ran down to the Cemetery…it was huge. Most years we had a party there with a big bonfire that neighbours and friends would spend a couple of days building. There were always lots of people there . Everyone brought fireworks but it was the duty of about four of the men to be in sole charge of the display.
There were always jacket potatoes and tomato soup and usually a pudding too.

5) Did you ever light off illegal fireworks?

I don’t remember ever doing so but I was a scary cat! I remember my brothers would throw “jumping jacks ” around and ‘bangers’ too and that used scare me . I know of several people who were maimed or blinded my rogue fireworks or misshandled usage.

6) Did you typically have a family celebration before the nighttime display? What did it include?

We always had a gathering before we all went next door and often afterwards too. Usually some food, alcohol and drinks for the adults. It was always impromptu and when I was old enough to join in fun!

7) As you grew older, did your feelings about fireworks change?

No, not at all they are fine at a distance and properly organised. I am not keen on big displays …I don’t like, crowds or noise . As our boys got old enough to enjoy fireworks we always, if hubby was around or on my own if he was working, went to the Guy Fawkes night parade from our town centre up to the big field where a bonfire was lit by the Mayor. There was always a fun fair and food and drink stalls. The boys loved it. I was always exhausted when we got back because I had had to pretend it had been fun!

8) Now the thinker: Many places are restricting fireworks now because of the trauma it can cause to pets, young children, and sensitive adults. How do you feel about restricting fireworks?

I totally agree, they should not be on general sale. If you want fireworks you should go to a properly organised display. All too often these days people let fireworks off for birthdays, weddings, parties, New Year’s any old excuse.
Unfortunately these days fireworks sound like guns and bombs and are very unsettling for pets, nervous people and children alike. There is a new reason too we have many Ukrainian refugees staying in the UK there some staying near to us , I doubt they want to hear them a odd times..

This is part of Lauren and Maggie’s brainchild, Throwback Thursday.

Release News about Ritu Bhathal’s Marriage Unarranged.

The new rerelease of Marriage Unarranged, rerelease on 6/6/22.

It will now officially be part of a series, The Rishtay Series with book two coming out in June 2023! Rishtay means relationships, which covers both romantic and familial relationships that are at the heart of this whole series.

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The blurb

It all s̶t̶a̶r̶t̶e̶d̶ ended with that box…

The year 2000 and Aashi’s life was all set.
New Millennium ,exciting beginnings, new life.
Or so she thought.

Like in the Bollywood films, Ravi would woo her, charm her family and they’d get married and live happily ever after.

But then Aashi found the empty condom box…

Putting her ex-fiancé and her innocence behind her, Aashi embarks upon an enlightening journey, to another country, where vibrant memories are created, and unforgettable friendships forged.

Old images erased, new beginnings to explore.

And how can she forget the handsome stranger she meets?
A stranger who’s hiding something…

Coming Summer 2023 , book 2 in The Rishtay Series

About the author

Ritu Bhathal was born in Birmingham in the mid-1970s to migrant parents, hailing from Kenya but with Indian origin. This colourful background has been a constant source of inspiration to her.

From childhood, she always enjoyed reading. This love of books is credited to her mother. The joy of reading spurred her on to become creative in her writing, from fiction to poetry. Winning little writing competitions at school and locally encouraged her to continue writing.

As a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and teacher, she has drawn on inspiration from many avenues to create the poems that she writes.

A qualified teacher, having studied at Kingston University, she now deals with classes of children as a side line to her writing!

Ritu also writes a blog, www.butismileanyway.com, a mixture of life and creativity, thoughts and opinions, which was awarded first place in the Best Overall Blog Category at the 2017 Annual Bloggers Bash Awards, and Best Book Blog in 2019.

Ritu is happily married and living in Kent, with her Hubby Dearest, and two children, not forgetting the fur baby Sonu Singh.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Not only is Ritu a famous author she is a lovely friend of mine 💜.

© willowdot21: Here we are with another famous author Marjorie Mallon.

One Liner Wednesday. Family!

Middle son on phone: “Hi Mum I have Covid yet again for the third time’

Me: Shopping list please!

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.Family.

Things have not gone as they should of on Morgarna’s latest jump and she has landed in an alternative reality.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows two large swans and 3 smaller swans all swimming together.

Family – Image by KL Caley

Splash! to Morgarna’s dismay she had landed in a lake? No, not again she thought that bloody Merlin is taking the piss! ….. “Hang on!” , she said out loud “I am on my way back not out, not another off the scale jump I am not in the mood” she said through gritted teeth as she waded out of the lake, soaking wet and hopping mad!


A few minutes later she was sitting on the bank drying her feet in the sun , her dress was hanging on a bush. Her temper was short so she dried her cloak and bra and pants by magic..”sod Merlin’s rules he is not here” she announced to a near by family of Swans. Rummaging in her bag she found her cigarettes and lighter and a bottle of Percival’s best Brandy that she had helped herself to whilst in the Library! “Thank goodness this bag is totally waterproof!” She again announced to nobody in particular, she lit her cigarette and had a couple of healthy swigs of Brandy. When she was interrupted by a voice, “Those things will kill you, and that brandy will not solve anything either” it was the male swan, and he was looking straight at her with a stern expression on his face.
Morgarna looked around then back to the swan.”Er, was that you” she asked a tad taken back.
“Indeed it was madam” replied the swan, bending his neck to get better look at her.
“Okay, my name is Morgarna and where I come from most animals don’t talk ….. Even to me” with that she took another slug of brandy.
The swan moved out of the cloud of Morgarna’s smoke and introduced himself.
“Well Morgarna my name is Geoff and where we live, here, humans don’t talk ! “
“Shut up” said Morgarna, “humans don’t talk?…. Well I do”
Geoff suddenly hissed, “That’s no way to speak to me young woman infact I can’t imagine how you are talking at all! “
“Well Geoff all I can say is I am immortal and I am several hundred years old ….so less of the young, Mr Swan !”
Just then there was an horrendous clamouring of voices as a gaggle of Canadian geese arrived! They were all talking at once and it was ear splitting.
Geoff leaned in to Morgarna and whispered in her ear, “I’d keep stum if I were you this lot can be real trouble.”


“Hey Geoff ” it was his wife , the two children and the dog arriving! “What are you doing with that human, for goodness sake I hope you are not feeding it! “
Morgarna opened her mouth but Geoff flashed her a sharp look and she shut it!
“No dear, but I don’t think it is very well it seems very confused. ” “Yes it’s eyes are a little wild and its mouth seems stuck open…. Is it drunk? “
Then Geoff’s wife spotted her friends Jemima and Darlene arriving with the other geese.
Dog was now out of the water and sniffing round Morgarna and pecking at her arms and legs. It was all getting a bit too much for Morgana and eventually Morgarna exploded.
“Geoff get your bloody dog off me! “

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There was silence , absolute silence. The geese, the swans and a passing family of Mallards that were swimming by all stopped and looked at her.
Then as one they all spoke. “It spoke, the human spoke!! ” All the beady eyed birds turned and stared at Morgarna. Geoff was looking at Morgarna pleading with her not to say a word.
The Geese were all staring, prodding and poking at Morgarna and making cutsy noises at her, “come one little one say something” “Ah coochy coochy coo” “who is a sweetheart”.
Fit to burst Morgarna gritted her teeth!
Just as she got to the point where her brain was full of expletives she spotted the anomally above a weeping willow opposite.
“Gathering all her stuff up she jumped …all the birds screamed and a few groups of timid humans on the opposite bank watched opened mouthed as Morgarna disappeared into the Anomaly her words trailing behind her… ” Get the F##k out of my face”. She was gone leaving a stunned audience!

THIS IS PART OF K.L.CALEY’S #writephoto.

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