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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25, 2024

Its Saturday evening and I am only here by the skin of my teeth but Linda’s prompt did drop in in plenty of time but I am late 💜

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “move.” Use it as a verb or a noun; write the first thing that comes to mind. Have fun!

Motion is the forward force
Onwards we all dance the course
Vital moves lead our dance
Ever moving on we prance.

Part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

One-Liner Wednesday: Obi Wan is my Style Icon.

“A GREAT LEAP FORWARD OFTEN REQUIRES FIRST TAKING TWO STEPS BACK.”

Obi Wan Kenobi.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 18, 2024 Olfactory.

Good morning, is that coffee I smell I reckon Dan or John got here before me and the coffee is on…. Is Linda up she’s had another hard week! Anyway as ever her prompt arrived on time yesterday. Her email said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “What’s that smell?” Write the first thing that comes to mind. Enjoy!“

I could share many of all different smells but the best are of Mum’s cooking: Hot cross buns for Easter, cinnamon and dough. Mince pies and sausage rolls Christmas, roast meat and veg Sundays. No smell at all…it had to be Wimbledon fortnight during those weeks Mum was on strike, she loved the tennis so it was salad every day!
Tobacco, Dad smoked a pipe it was constantly in his mouth when ever I smell tobacco I think of Dad…I have often smelled that smell for no apparent reason.
Summer pudding made with stale bread and fruit always reminds me of mum.
Also treacle pudding and custard the first pudding I made hubby we both love it and the sweet smell of it cooking takes me back.
Then there is the smell of a baby that sweet milky smell and the aroma of , I can’t describe, of a baby cradled in your arms!
Recently we had a blocked drain which luckily hubby had the nouse and tools to fix….that was an awful stink …. undescribable !
Oh! and let’s not forget the smell of a male teenager’s bedroom…. unforgettable, undescribable ! I only had boys so can’t say about girls rooms but a boys 😕!
Cabbage , fish, burnt potato all nasty smells. Stale smoke, alcohol and body odour….I could go on but let’s just say there are good smells and bad smells and they all evoke sensory feelings and memories and feelings!

Memories are stirred
By senses olfactory
The scent of your life

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY.

One-Liner Wednesday Anniversary.

This week Linda realls her first One-Liner Wednesday which was ten years ago!

Linda’s first One-Liner which was Wednesday March 19th, 2014: You can read it here. https://lindaghill.com/2014/03/19/one-liner-wednesday-chocolate-anyone/

Linda asks when was our fitst One-Liner well I looked it up and and it was a year later and in the same month! March the 11th 2015 and here is that post https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/one-liner-wednesday/

So happy 10th Anniversary to Linda’s One-Liner Wednesday and to all of us who join her. We rule 💜💜💜

Join us at One – Liner Wednesday

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 11, 2024

Linda has had a busy and tiring week but she has still managed to come up with our weekly SoCs prompt: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “loan/lone.” Use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!”

Here we go again the idiosyncrasies of the English language again. Two words that sound the same and yet mean vastly different things in both English english and American english.
Linda has given us Loan and Lone to play with this week.
A loan is really anything borrowed as in money, tools, equipment,clothes ect? All loans need to be payed back. If you take a loan from a business you often have to payback with interest, eg, a mortgage , bank loan or even worse a private loan. If a loan is for a family member it comes with no interest and occasionally it’s written off ( well that’s how hubby and I view it) .

God looked at Gaia and said
“We loaned them this planet and now it’s near dead.”
Gaia cast her eyes down
“They’ve not made any repayments” she frown.
“Why are they so selfish, these creations of mine?
Did I give them too much forgetting to teach them to tow the line.”
“I think you have made a mistake
You have let them take take take.”
God looked sad and said “I don’t mean to moan “
Raising her hand Gaia said “Call in the loan “

*****

Then there is Lone as in Lone Wolf, Lone Ranger, as in alone, to be one to travel, live or work singularly.

The lone animal separated from the pack or the herd is easy prey to the hunter, man or creature. Most animals hunt in packs though of course there are those who hunt alone.

The dog walks through the town he’s been on his own for months now he’s tired of being alone. Tired of dodging kicks stealing food and having no one to love. As the sunsets he find the beach.

A lone man stands on the beach
All goals and hopes smashed and out of reach. Job, family, love and home.The bottle’s content is his only friend.
He’s cold and tired, lost all hope,
The sun sets , he’s at the end of his rope
Water laps his feet, tears burn his eyes he cannot cope.
Emptiness eats his soul the pain is deep like a cancer he is lonely.
A wet nose touches his hand, a lone dog is standing by him.
They turn away from the water and man and dog walk into the sunset together, not alone towards a new dawn.

Part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

LindaGHill One-Liner Wednesday. Family communications.

Hubby had a doctor’s appointment today , he went early as our reception staff can be very picky if you are even a few minutes late and will send you away….. Not so the doctors you can wait ages to see them with no recourse!

Here are some of today’s WhatsApps between us while he waits and waits!

Hubby: I’ve arrived 🤣🤣

Me :👌
Hubby: Thank you 🥰❤️
Me: 💜
Hubby 10 minutes later: Still waiting 😭
Me: That’s not unusual 😲😞
Hubby: Noooooooooooo😱
Me:

Hubby: 🤣🤣🤣🌹

Last I heard he was still waiting at least 20 minutes after his appointment time. 😲

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

One-Liner Wednesday: Family Communications.

Birthday card sent from eldest son to Hubby.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 27, 2024

Its Saturday and early yesterday this morning Linda popped in with this “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “show.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!”

Show must go on was Freddie Mercury’s by line. Even when he was dying he put on the make up and showed us how it was to be done! So let me show you Freddie at his best!

Let me Show Freddie at the end !

Now Freddie has shown Sam the Show must go on and that that’s a lesson Sam has learned well in his approach to his fans and the Show.

Then just to end up let’s rise the tempo and listen to Leo Sayer with the same message. He says the Show must go on too!

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

One-Liner Wednesday. Music

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.”
― Alphonse de Lamartine

In 1973, Larry Lurex, the solo stage name of Freddie Mercury, recorded “I Can Hear Music” on the EMI label. His version peaked at #115 on the U.S. Billboard Bubbling Under the Hot 100 chart. Information from here.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13, 2024

Linda’s email arrived and she said :”Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ends with “ound.” Find a word (or words) that ends with “ound” and use it any way you’d like. Have fun!“

So I was out on Thursday and this is what I found .

Sir Antony Gormley’s sculpture entitled “Sound II” has stood in the Crypt below Winchester Cathedral since the late 1980s. During the rainy months, the mysterious sculpture can often be found holding water in its cupped hands, silent in contemplation as the water level rises around him in the winter months. I took this photo on Thursday this week and this is what it said to me.

Underground I hear the sound of history as it mingles with the living.
The constant footfall as people walk around in search of learning. It’s hard to work out which is which, the old the new the in-between. The noise of the workmen as they lay the groundwork for this building.
They were too rash and built too fast a tower built in fourteen years could never last!
I stand here spellbound listening to sound as it tumbles to the ground… How many died, the mistake compound , they have to build it again.
It still stands, this sturdier place where now the crypt I grace.
Pilgrims walked above as the Monks held their noses and tended to their roseries. Till the Henry’s men swept in changed the religion.
They pounded on the doors they murdered and stole the riches.
Later the roundheads came and defaced all they could touch, they rode their horses up the aisle and let their hounds run free.
I feel it all and wonder who was hellbound and who was heavenbound.
Too many thoughts my mind confound….
At night the history gets stronger I hear and see much more, sit with me a while and I will astound you.