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I can’t watch it,
too much to see.
So many problems,
so much poverty.
Instead I listen,
I’m listening to the fridge,
it crackles and hums,
it’s never been right,
since we got it last spring.
I listen for the kettle,
time for a drink,
a warm cup of coffee,
while I sit and think.
I listen to the weather,
the sound of the wind,
hearing the rain,
on the roof its pounding!
I listen to the cat,
soft purrs hit my ears,
a relaxing sound,
brings peace and stops fears.
Apart from the obvious, (obviously). I went to the shop today and it was almost stripped bare of produce, so I got vaguely similar things to what I would normally get. But why are people obsessed with toilet rolls you can’t eat them can you?
List of shopping :
Loo roll roulade,
Toilet roll sausages,
Sandwiches with toilet paper squares.
Duck au loo roll?
I’m surprised my hubby found some this morning, but that’s because he went to a corner shop and not the supermarket.
Now what can I make out of a large jar of gherkins and some lime marmalade?
I once saw a cartoon of a cat on a poster, paws kneading someone’s arm. The picture had a red circle with a diagonal red line across it. Below it, it said something like poddle free Cheshire.
Poddling, a lovely, possibly made up, word to describe when a cat sits on you, claws slightly out, kneading ‘poddling’ your leg. If you have loving cats like mine you end up with hundreds of tiny puncture wounds in your thigh. I try and wear trousers made of thick, dense material to protect myself. Sometimes this behaviour goes on for three or four minutes while my cat gently purrs to herself. It only stops when my hubby walks back in the room, then the cat leaps off and goes away ( he makes her nervous as he is quite loud!)
I was thinking of rhymes I learnt as a child, when into my inbox popped an email. It was a pingback saying that someone had shared the poem “the North Wind shall blow”. It had a copyright sign, but it’s not by me! I don’t know it’s origins, but it’s a lovely poem, well crafted, poignant.
Anyway I’ve let them know. In this Internet age, with so much information it is not surprising that things get lost or forgotten. I learned this when I was a child, which is over fifty years ago!
The other ones I remembered today were:
Georgie Porgy pudding and pie,
kissed the girls and made them cry,
when the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgy ran away.
And :
See saw, Margery Daw
Jenny shall have a new master,
she shall earn but a penny a day,
because she can’t work any faster!
I guess although these will have been written decades, or perhaps centuries ago, they are still relevant today….
When you live next to a road, without a front garden, you need something to obscure people views of the inside of your home. I mean, if it was a show home it might be different, but I’m messy when it comes to life. I’ve got lots of art materials and canvases so you can imagine.. I have a studio at Spode, but in winter it’s too cold to use.
Anyway I used to have lovely net curtains, with cat patterns on them, but they got clawed by my new cats, so these are stronger, less easy to damage. The cats still climb on the windowledge and look out, half the time they pull the net curtains along with them, so I’m constantly having to straighten them up…. Like a nosy neighbour twitching their curtains!
You know the world has gone mad when you offer a single loo roll as a raffle prize! That wasn’t my idea but I went out and got a bottle of hand cleanser to go with it.
My hubby has a cold (not The Virus), but I decided to help set up for the Mystery Plays Barn dance tonight. It’s an annual thing we do to help raise funds for the Mystery day in the summer. However I’m not going to the actual dance because I don’t want to catch anything else after having the cold myself for the last couple of weeks.
I did go to buy toilet roll later, the local shop was empty of it, so I walked round the corner and guess what? The local convenience store is full of the stuff! What a strange world…..
He has tree trunk legs,
Tree trunk knees,
There is a nest
Of tree trunk bees.
He has tree trunk arms,
And tree trunk ears,
Made of wood
He has a tree trunk soul.
The leaves have fallen,
From his branching head,
The winter comes,
And he looks dead.
But when sap arises,
Come the spring,
He’ll be renewed
And start again.
Oi you!
That’s my pallete
What now?
Jumped on a footstool,
Walking round.
No don’t lie down!
Look at the mess,
Cat tracks in acrylic paint.
Pawprints in bright colours,
Messy kitty.
I suppose it’s art!
Literally!
I was looking at some pine wall cladding and saw this. I know it’s my imagination, but it does look like a face doesn’t it? Especially the brown eye side….
Looks like a sad Ent, hoom, hoom…. He’s waiting to go to his Ent-moot (see Lord of the Rings book). Don’t be sad little Ent!
My minds a fog
Stuck in a marshy
bog
A morass of trash
Having a bash
At trying to rhyme
And write in time
Tripping over words
Some absurd
Like little drops
They could be flops
It’s taking me
Some effort see
I usually write blank verse!
Mallaband-Brown