
Sitting on the edge,
So proud
Cats eaten the cream
Cheeky boy,
Lick your whiskers
Wash your face,
Clean your paws,
Just pretend
You didn’t eat it
It was your sister
Not you….
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Sitting on the edge,
So proud
Cats eaten the cream
Cheeky boy,
Lick your whiskers
Wash your face,
Clean your paws,
Just pretend
You didn’t eat it
It was your sister
Not you….

Something beginning with C.
Car
Cake
Cow
Cup
Crumb?
Cat!
Something beginning with W.
Water
Web
Wheat
Watch
Wire?
Window!
Something beginning with B…
Bowl
Bulb
Beetroot
Bottle
Banana?
Bird!
Cat sees bird through window
Bird is safe from cat
Bird flies away
Cat is disappointed!

Curtains, you cover my modesty
Hide my imperfections,
You keep the warmth in, the heat out.
You stop me seeing the rain,
Shut out the traffic
Such a simple invention.
You divide rooms,
Seperate scenes in plays,
And yet you remain unremarked.
You can be cut down to make a dress
Or a gown.
You protect tapestries and paintings
From harsh sun.
You fade in sunlight
Get moth eaten
Eventually fade and die
Then it’s “curtains” for you!

Who you looking at?
Bluob blubble
My spotty fins are nicer than yours.
My stripes are neater
My mouth is bigger,
I’m a serious
Fish!

Caught on camera, this fairie metallic us, seen flitting over the lake at Trentham Gardens. Like a dragonfly. Was she catching gnats for supper or taking a drink of water from the lake.
Fairies rarely stay still long enough to be photographed. Their magic powers mean that they can hide from view. I only caught this image by dodging out from between the trees and having my camera on zoom. That is why it suffers from camera shake.
Lol actually there are lots of wire weave fairies at Trentham but I just tried to write a small fiction about this one.
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“I used to be fit.” The old timer said as he looked down sadly at his old bike. “I could ride up to the lake district, round Windermere and back home in a day. Now look at me, my knees are wrecked, my back aches and my balance makes me wobble all over the place.”
“You need to keep cycling though, I said, I know it’s tough, but if you stop now you will probably stop for good.”
“I’ll ride to Scotland and back he said, no doubt it will take some time.”
“But you don’t know the way. Why not try cycling on canal towpaths?” I suggested.
That was two weeks ago. I haven’t seen him since. Though I did get a post card from John o’Groats saying “in Scotland, can’t find the canal!”

I just chose a random photo from last year and I’m going to use it to base a very short story on.
Sandra was looking for a gift for her friend. Something simple to add to a birthday card and a bottle of wine.
Ornate wooden corkscrews, crocheted scarves, silver jewellery, pots of chutney. There was lots on offer. Then she saw a sign which simply said sweets. The woman standing behind the stall had clearly decided to dress in harmony with her confections. A multi coloured tee shirt with a rainbow silk scarf round her neck. The woman’s hair was striped green and red. On her head was a straw hat painted with stencils of flowers.
She looked at the stand of sweets.. Blue hornet gobstoppers, orange nectar jems, cherry and liquorice twists. Burnt toffee with walnuts, pear and apple drops. Marshmallow wrapped in rice paper. They looked delicious.
Try one? Asked the stall holder.. She chose a caramel fizz bomb. Just hold onto the handle, said the woman and Sandra saw one attached to the top of the stall. She grasped the metal handle.
Suddenly a tingle went from her mouth to her brain, her arm went rigid and a heavy weight seemed to descend on her shoulders. Then her head cleared, she could smell lilac scent. Her ears started to foam! After that the fizz bomb gradually eased to a sweet caramel gently tickling her tongue.
I’ll have some of that she said, thinking of how her friend would react!
Can I sharpen my claws?
Is it OK to scratch?
You don’t mind my paws
Do you?
Can I sit on the fridge
Watch you take the milk out
Is that cheese you are eating
Can I have just a bit?
Can I lick your face clean?
Are you loving my nose?
I am ready to preen
My whiskers and toes.
Do you think I am fat?
Do you love my long tail?
Can I sit on your hat?
After all I’m all cat. ..

Just when you think
The day couldn’t get more cat
Another view arrives
Like a third bus,
At the same time ,
With the same number,
On the same route.
Squashed on the lid
My well balanced cat
Canterlevered out
Over space,
Your spine curves and stretches
Round like a bridge
Supported at both ends
Strong.
Your head was tucked down
All snuggled till you saw me.
Levitation is your trick today.

He woke up in darkness, the window he has climbed through last night was now boarded up. He was alone in the barn, but his hands were tied behind his back. He heard a quiet rustling in the straw. A squeak and he realised there were either rats or mice sharing the space with him…..
Everything had been quiet when he had crept into the barn about 8 o’clock the previous evening. He’d been setting up the camera when something or someone had hit him on the head.
What the hell do I do now? he thought. I’m stuck.
He glanced about and he saw something black in the corner, an old scythe? Yes stck under some sacking. It was so easy in mystery stories. Just rub against the blade and escape…. Two hours later he’d got through one strand of rope, his wrists were bruised and cut and he was sweating with the exertion of trying to escape. If he ever got out of here he would have words with his mates…
This was not how a stag party was meant to go!