Grab the moon

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It wasn’t a cloud, but the dark shape was reaching out, obscuring the moon. Something that had eyes, that twinkled in the moonlight. Something that had hands or arms to grab, what? The moon is a quarter of a million miles away. The object must either be close to Earth and not that big, or if it was close enough to capture the Moon then it would be millions of miles across.

Suddenly the light was blotted out. The huge shape turned and fled, the moon was gone. Its gravitational power gone too. Earth, which had its North and South poles tipped away from the vertical by a celestial accident in the past, now started to twist and dip. The planet becoming unstable and dangerous. People could only try to survive, and make signs and march to the chant ‘bring back our moon’. But nothing happened…..

Shopping…

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The sound of disgust in my hubby’s voice as he utters this word. The total hate he has of doing this chore.

What can I do? I’m still sore and hobbling about from falling over on Sunday. I’ve not rested that much, I’ve washed up and cooked food. It’s just I’m still sore. Why doesn’t he understand that I need help? I’m not doing it deliberately. I found a hole in the bathroom door this morning where my head must have hit it! I am struggling to sleep as my side hurts so I’m using pain killing gel. But as I get more mobile I find other bits that hurt.

But shopping? It’s just not a man thing. Or cooking, it’s hard enough to get him to wash up. Antediluvian man!

Update:

Bread, yes

Pickled onions, no- spring onions

Pork pie, no-a large block of cheese.

Coffee, no – a bag of spinach

Beetroot, no- 15 eggs

Tomato soup, no – a bottle of wine

Milk, no – pretend butter

Potatoes, no – sliced ham!

Items on the list bought 1. Items not on the list 7!

I give up!

Moonshine and Showers

Four am, the brightness of the moon illuminated our kitchen, little sparks of light twinkled in the rain drops on the window. Suddenly the room dropped into darkness as a thick cloud passed across the moon.

You OK? A voice from upstairs.

Yes, I called back. Just the moon.

It’s dark now, come back to bed, it’s cold, you need your rest.

As I walked into the living room a shaft of moonlight cut through the dark.

Noooo….. I could see my hand changing again, my jaw stretching, my fangs reappearing….

I opened the back door.. It would be a long night…..

A third of the way through November circles.

I’m not posting these very often, it’s not like the October one inch challenge, but I am trying to do a drawing each day. It’s a little visual diary. So things like going out to lunch and treating myself to a Gin and Tonic (very weak) is on there. Plus trying to find a stray cats owner and falling over and hurting myself yesterday (I drew that today). I will carry on and see whatever else happens.

Armistice day

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Poppies spreading from pole to pole,

Life and death must fight no more.

Let us give each other peace.

Think before we fight a foe.

Peace would be my lasting wish,

Giving back some bit of hope.

I know my wish can never be.

A world in peace I’ll never see.

But maybe once or twice the world

A life to spare, they can agree.

Orphaned lives must be saved,

Refugees must be delivered whole.

Shelter given, an end to fear,

No more war, a fairer share.

No more death of man or beast,

No more fighting,

Let’s have peace.

Spider crab

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We saw this in Liverpool during a trip to see the terracotta army statues several months ago. I was amazed at its size and took a photo, then forgot about it.

I couldn’t get a clear image due to the lights reflecting on the case. Like any other living animal I would rather it was still alive and in the sea swimming around. How old was it when it was fished out of the sea? Could they have thrown it back? Or was it kept as a trophy because of its size? I wonder what age they reach, and how big.

Nature is wonderful, we need to look after it. X

Writing in the past….

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I’m watching a programme about the author George Eliot and I suddenly realised how different the world must have been then.

She took a man’s name so she could get her books published. She went from a deeply religious belief to someone who became strongly atheistic.

She lost her mother at age 16. She was self taught, and learnt a lot from being allowed free access to a local land owners library.

But apart from her history how was she influenced by the world? Modern history had  not happened yet. No Einstein, no Marie Curie, no first world war, no one knew about the Universe, the world was not fully explored. No TV, radio, computers, no electricity supplies. How did people communicate except by letters and books. No telegraph. Travel was by carriage, or horse. The trains were only just being thought of. How would she have described the modern world and how it affects the life you lead. She was living through a changing era. The chartist riots were happening.

Women were rarely published. The books by Jane Austin and the Bronte sisters were only ones of a few women authors. If she had lived now, she could have written under her own name, Mary Anne Evans, not a masculine pseudonym. She took the pen name George Eliot when she started to write fiction, not the romantic novels that other female writers were creating at the time. She wrote books like the Mill on the Floss and Adam Bede and Middlemarch. 

Tiger Balm

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Can you get me the Tiger Balm for my injured back please? I can’t use the anti inflammatory gel for another five hours. (no tigers involved just menthol) I asked my hubby to fetch it. Its in the bathroom on top of the cupboard.

Five minutes later he came back with some E45 cream in approximately the same sized tub. And a scented candle in a small jar – jasmine scented I think.

Come with me it’s on top of the cupboard. We went through into the bathroom. It wasn’t there anymore. It was there last night. Now, there are model trains and carriages, but no Thai tiger balm. What have you done with it I asked? I don’t know, I didn’t move it. Maybe the cats knocked it off. It might be in the box I tripped over? Getting frustrated now. It’s in the shed, I’ll look, he said.

Ten minutes later. No it’s not there. There is no way I can go out and check with him….

Must be the poltergeist, I said…..