Tag: blogging

Song Lyric Sunday: Laughter

Morning Everyone :O) I’ve rather missed Song Lyric Sunday over the last couple of weeks so I’m pleased to see that it’s back albeit with a new host. Helen is taking a well deserved break but Jim Adams has kindly offered to step in as guest host, thanks Jim :O) If you haven’t played along please do give it a try, it’s such a great way to meet blogging friends and discover new music. The rules are simple:

Damn You All the Way to Hades..

No, sorry, not you. I’m referring to those inconsiderate, mindless, pathetic morons whose idea of fun is to ‘spam’ people. I have just spent the last 15 minutes deleting 463 spam messages from either bots or brainless bastards who want to sell me funeral flowers, payday loans or aquaponics (whatever the hell they are) and I am annoyed!

How on Earth?????????

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! All you lovely, possibly deranged, people out there who have followed my blog! I am sincerely very, very grateful to each and every one of you for the support that you’ve given me over the last year and for your warmth and kindness. The blogging community is something very special and I am honoured to be part of it

Merry Christmas One and All

After much soul searching, worrying and general stress (all self-inflicted) I have decided to go to Rome for Christmas. I have decided to give myself permission to feel sad if the need comes upon me, to politely duck out of something if I need to be alone and to enjoy what I can without feeling guilty about doing so. 

Sunshine Blogger Award (No. 4…I think)

Morning chaps! Well, my good chum Rory a wonderful guy called bloke, is now responsible for me having to erect a virtual shelf as he has nominated me for another award. Honestly, I am really touched by this so thanks from the bottom of my heart Rory :O) Do wander over and have a chat with him, his blog is incredibly entertaining and I’m sure you’ll love it!

FOWC: Leave

He watches her as she struggles to bring the wood in for the fire, hands cold, head down.  It had started to rain when she was splitting the logs but she hadn’t stopped, she’d raised the axe over and over again, slowly fading as her muscles grew weaker. It’s not a long walk from the woodpile to the house but she had done it so many times her step had begun to  falter.

FOWC: Trap

“Are you coming to bed my dear”? 

His voice was plaintiff and she tried to mask her annoyance.

“Not just yet. You go up if you’re tired, I’ll be there soon I promise”