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I smell your hand hooman
It sniffs of coffee and paint
Of lavender and cut grass.
It smells of sausages and chips
Salt and vinegar.
Your hooman hand is warm
And soft.
Your hooman hand gives me
Food and water.
It strokes my belly
My nose and head.
You are my hooman
And I own you!
ello, ow art yow?
I’m reet tired duck.
Why’s that my dear Mon?
Been down’t farm t’feed heffers
Check t’ ducks ‘n’ chuckhens
Made some chayse,
Layd a hedge
Milked t’owd goat
Brought in’t corn,
Flailed t’ barley
walked ower t’ orchard
Brung sum coookin apples owm.
Made a napple pye fer tea.
Then strode down tut pub
fer a pint of scrumpy cyder.
Drank tow much
Cayme owm legliss
Fell ower.
Slept in’t oss trough.
But I’m fine.
His figure appeared in the doorway, upright, paws out, head tilted to one side. A zombie cat? Lurching towards her out of the dark. Not the sprightly pounce and jump, but a shambling gait past the books on the landing. She thought of running past him out of the bedroom, but he was to tall to jump over and she would have fallen down the stairs. Instead she backed away and stood on the old armchair. He stumbled as he entered the room, sounding a vicious growl as his back paws twisted sideways. She lept from the chair, caught the handrail and ran and jumped downstairs….
She hadn’t considered there might be zombie mice in the lounge
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Playing with duplicated images, me and my hubby. I want to visualizer us without the clarity of a painted portrait.
Most faces are lopsided, by duplicating and flipping them you can get an interesting mirror image. I used the layout app on my phone to do this.
Anyone who has seem mirrored images of Edgar Allen Poe will see what I mean. He has a very lopsided face, one side stretched and the other side slightly shrunken. When you see his face mirrored on the right then left side it looks like you are looking at two seperate people.
In my case I changed my selfie to black and white, then I drew over it. The second picture had the exposure altered as well. Then I flipped the right hand side top to bottom but not left to right.
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I like blogging, but lately I’ve been nodding off when I’m doing it. I start typing and then I fall asleep. My finger stays on the keyboard and I end up typing random letters like ‘:hh:j=jm
I can’t help it the tiredness is being caused by a lack of sleep at night and then busy days.
+ť–ggvggvgv
There I go again. Not through trying to sstat awake. Stay Awake…. The heat isn’t helping.
Going tj :ed soon. (going to bed soon) can’t keep my eyes o or eb b do no it want to sedep yet
Can feel my eyes going. Got to sleep. Vvvv::jjńnjkk.
Gnighg.
A minton tile design turned into 3d by Bret Shah
Penkhull Mystery play is on again this year. This is the 15th year that we have held it up at Penkhull Church Yard and I’ve been asked to publicise it.
Penkhull Mystery Play is being held on Saturday 13th July. The play starts about 2pm.
The play is based on a book about the children of the Potteries and how a family’s life changes from working in pot banks, being forced into the workhouse to the building of the first school at Penkhull in the 1840’s.
There will also be Harpers Titchy Theatre with stories written by locals, stalls, a circus skills workshop, a tug of war competition, a tower of music, a music morning in the church and lots of other activities. This is one if the largest community based art events in Stoke-on-Trent.
It would be great if you can come along.
Wife. You left the hose on last night.
Husband. Did I?
Yes,
Well the garden needed a water.
You’d left it in the pond.
Oh
It’s overflowed.
Oh, but it’s OK
How do you know?
Why?
Have you looked?
Well no……
You know the waterlily
Yes
I found it under the hedge.. and..
? And
And the Canadian pond weed
Yes?
It was by the summerhouse.
Is that it?
No
What else?
The floating fountain had flushed down to the folly.
There’s something you are not telling me?
Yes?!
What?
The goldfish.
The goldfish?
The goldfish!!!
What’s happened to them?!
I found them inside your wellies. The cat was trying to fish them out.
Oh, that’s OK then!
Last night we went to see the Pirates of Penzance. The comic opera by Gilbert and Sullivan was a live broadcast from the London Coliseum by the English National Opera shown at cinemas throughout the country.
The story is about Frederic, a pirate whose nurse took him to the sea to learn to be a ships pilot. Unfortunately she mistook the word pirate for pilot so he was indentured to be one until the contract ran out. The story starts when he is leaving the pirates. He tells them his duty will be to stop their piratical reign when he is free of them.
Later he meets a daughter of a Major General who he falls in love with. As the opera continues he is caught in a dilemma, whether to persue the pirates or rejoin them.
Many memorable songs made up a wonderful night out. The song ” I am the very model of a modern major general” and ” A policeman’s lot is not a happy one”.
I won’t give the end away. But it is very enjoyable. The twists and turns of the plot hold your attention. Excellent.
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When I got up this morning one of my cats was sleeping on my chair. I stood and watched him for ten minutes till he woke up. He saw me standing there and gave me a look as if to say “no chance” so I went back to bed for an hour! Cats have such a personality for small animals. I find myself constantly talking a sort of baby talk to them! Making up different names and stringing together noises they might like. In fact I begin to think they are alien invaders who have us in their thrall. Until of course I get fed up and pick him up and move him!
Sitting at our destination slightly tired after a long drive. Got a g&t as no more driving today.
I decided to use my phones satnav. But the options were all motorway driving and I wanted to avoid part of that as I know the motorway is having a lot of work done on it. However the sat nav didn’t know that and kept saying, “in a quarter of a mile turn left” each time I drove past a junction, turn left, turn left. In the end I joined up with the motorway. Then I had an argument with my hubby about the route, he wanted to go our usual way but it took me away from the city centre. We went a different way, just getting stuck in roadworks a few times.
So I’m sitting here after about 90 miles in three hours… Slow but safe x
Mallaband-Brown