Apply online, fill in this form
The website gave me orders.
Now send in your proofs
Don’t forget to show
Your evidence of identity.
Your form is wrong
They tell me when I ring.
Please re-do this bit?
I send again, and yet, and still
There is another problem.
We accept your evidence
But you need to make an application.
But I sent that in, in April,
I reply in great frustration.
Oh we duplicated your account
It’s covid fault
They come back with more words
We will merge the forms
It will be OK,
You will here from us in due course.
Now I ring again…
The phone numbers wrong?!
Why didn’t you tell me I said?
It may be on your other account…
I’ll get it done again.
I’ve had enough,
I’ve tried so hard.
I don’t know how it happened. I just mumble on here and sometimes people like what I say.
Maybe I should assess how I write things. I’m sure my grammar isn’t correct. How is it that people are following this? I don’t think I’m particularly profound. I have some strong feelings, that people should be treated fairly and equally.
I talk about my art and how I create it. I’m not pushing sales of my paintings. If someone is interested they can get in touch. I like talking about science and nature and the environment. I try and keep informed but I’m not an expert.
What else? I’m getting older and hope I can use my experiences to help people if I can.
I really like trying to write poetry. I wrote something called ‘unexpected item in the bagging area’ a comic poem about my experiences of using a self checkout at the supermarket. That was my first poem here a couple of years ago and it kickstarted my writing.
I occasionally write short stories here. I tried writing to photo prompts but I struggled with keeping to the image. I also write short, five word, challenges where you have to include a word, FOOL for instance. Also the challenge of writing limericks, working out how to rhyme things.
I also love sharing my art. Lots of funny little pictures, or murals, or acrylics on canvas or even urban sketchers and other art groups that I’m interested in. I do a lot of digital stuff and I’m on a college course on illustration.
So thank you for following me. I can’t promise to be interesting and exciting all the time. I think I’m learning to write and blog, and your help is much appreciated.
This summer I hope to see daisies and Vinca
green leaves and yellow flowers.
Aquilegia is fading, Poppy flowering in sun.
The garden changes so fast,
you have to run to keep up…..
climbing roses tower over paths,
Sweet showers of rain swell the fruit………………………………………
Soon it will be autumn again.
Fallen leaves and dead flowers.
Enjoy the sun
While you can.
Something to calm my toothache!
Lockdown means the dentists are closed and when they open they have said they will only take emergencies. So I’m sucking paracetamol (only the recommended dose) and slowly sipping some whisky. I also got some toothpaste for sensitive teeth. I think I’m grinding them when I’m asleep. I’ve got things I need to do and this, plus a family problem has made me feel very down in the dumps.
Still I can’t stick my head (or my teeth), in the sand. I will have to try and sort myself out tomorrow. Life goes on….
If you turn over a cup,
If you look under your plate.
you may find a mark
light or dark.
An indented word
or a print of a symbol
so whatever you think,
you can see
who made your sink
on the table
to tell you who
‘I admit it’ , she said, ‘ I am a hoarder’ .
‘We are concerned about your safety’, said the officer. ‘I have to tell you that, unless you clear up, your home is at risk’.
She closed the door as he left, and thought about what he had said. ‘this is my home’ she thought. ‘But everything I have means something, I love all my nic nacks, my ornaments’.
Reluctantly she started to look through her things, ‘this is the glass cat with the fish, nan gave it me, what shall I do?’
The knock on the door a fortnight later jarred her out of her reverie. ‘who is it?’, ‘your housing officer’ came the reply.
‘Go Away!’ she shouted. ‘I don’t want to see you!’
‘I’m afraid you must. I have a notice of seeking possession here if you won’t work with me!’
‘Work with you? All you did was come round and tell me off!’
‘anyway’ she said ‘I’m buying the house’.
The officer was confused. ‘What do you mean?’ he shouted through the letterbox.
‘My nans glass cat! – turns out it belonged to someone famous, priceless, they called it on the antique street show’.
‘I’m rich she said, now Go Away!’
When I try and write limericks they sometimes go OK and other times they are a bit rubbish. With this one I was trying to write about something humorous about a cat in a box. But I found rhyming box too hard and swapped it round with cat. So I came up with this ditty… Not pretty…
A box was full up with a cat
Who also liked wearing a hat
He tried on a beret
That belonged to a ferret.
And shared all his food with a bat…
Is handwriting a dying art?
Forgotten, dusty, rare?
Once school is done,
And typing starts,
The world no longer needs it.
Rarely used, a shopping list?
A note for the milkman?
A letter to a friend with no phone.
What will history make of 2020 and the Covid 19 virus? It is clearly momentous, but what will be the outcome.
Will we return to our profligate ways as if nothing had happened, and slip back into old routines after a hiatus of several months, or is this a game changer where we will all be poorer and have to be more self sufficient.
Maybe the survivalists that have been prepping over the last several years have it right. Or the environmentalists who have urged us to stop global warming will see a glimmer of light from this current situation.
However you look at it there will have to be questions asked about the leadership of the world. That doesn’t mean that people have necessarily done wrong. Just that the chaos of the virus has too many ramifications to take in. It’s too great a problem to allow us to get all the right answers. That said there are some strange leadership decisions out there. Maybe some leaders should engage their brains before they open their mouths….
Yes, it’s gone again. I’ve deleted several posts and photos in my media file. I’m running at 74% full. Like toilet paper, when something goes missing, it can leave you in a sticky situation.
Anyway I need to go shopping. The fridge and freezer are empty. I’ve tried not to go because I’m not really supposed to go out. But I have to collect tablets and try and do a weekly shop.
I don’t know why I’m fussing over this. Lately I’ve found WordPress is a bit glitchy. Failed to save draft is another message I get. I wonder if there is a simple guide to WordPress? A sort of encyclopedia to give you information…