On the Up…………………..

I had to go to group tonight as I haven’t been for a fortnight.
I was not looking forward to it.
It’s difficult trying to have sensible meals with a third of your plate as speed food when you are in the passenger or driving seat of a car for 15 hours at a stretch.
I have made a conscious effort this week to get back on track, and I suppose I have had some success as my gain this week was not as bad as it could have been.
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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Woods

Thanks Frank. This is a remarkable photo and opens up all sorts of ideas!

By day he stood tall and still, poised and unthreatening, a wonder to behold.
By night, he came alive, the notes of his haunting melody caught on the wind.
He played to his Love, the One who’d ran when he tried to seduce her, the One he hoped he’d gathered in his instrument, a reeded pipe.
He played with his Heart, Body and Soul, trying to allay her fears of him, to tempt her back.
He would not, could not, hurt her, but she hadn’t understood.
In his music, he was not the ugly half beast of legend but beautiful, as much as she.
He was destined to be alone and forever play on silent cloudless starlit nights, yearning for her to hear his calling and come to him.
As the dawn broke, the strains lingered and died as he turned back to stone until the next time.

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Neglected and tired

We were able to keep all our appointments yesterday well within our set timeframe.
Hubby’s couple of hours on Sunday plotting and printing out the routes, then programming the GPS with the relevant postcodes were well spent.
You know, technology is wonderful. I would be in TOTAL awe of it if but for two things:
I wish there was an app to show all lay bys and pull-ins on major A roads (motorways don’t count as they already do that)
Warnings of little nuisances, like A ROAD COLLAPSE!
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FFfAW Challenge-Week of July 25, 2017

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.


There were times when he hated himself for not making notes and throwing his usual caution to the wind. He’d only just got his boat, and obviously wanted to show it off.
He had asked around about a private beach where he and his Lady for the day could have a quiet picnic uninterrupted.
“You can’t miss it!” they said.
‘It’ll be worth the trip.” they added.
‘The scenery is breathtaking!” they chorused.
Yeah right.
So here he was, stuck on a sandbank because he hadn’t thought about the tides, feeling a prize idiot whilst his Lady was having hysterics down below!

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Photo Challenge #175

Another thought provoking photo this week.
Image MKA Photography.

Her heart was tightly bound,
Tied in knots by lies and deceit.
Not of her doing,
She sat alone in the dark.
His cruelty knew no bounds,
Tying her to him mercilessly,
Love was her undoing,
She yearned for the light.

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Twittering Tales #42 – 25 July 2017

Spooky this week Kat!

The Marshall House in Savannah, Georgia – Photo by Kat Myrman

The new Scarlet and Bret came to mind when they leased the house to the filmmakers.
Sadly, it was going to be used as a Lunatic Asylum.

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Wordle #165

The start of another week and Monday Wordle challenge.

1. Shine
2. Clip
3. Abash (v)) to destroy the self-confidence, poise, or self-possession of; disconcert;make ashamed or embarrassed)
4. Read

5. Salvage
6. Celadon (n.)) a pale grey-green, any of several Chinese porcelains having a translucent, pale green glaze..)
7. Permeate
8. Sag
9. Nervous
10. Vacant
11. Offal (the parts of the animal that are considered inedible, viscera, rubbish)
12. Trenchancy (adj.)) incisive or keen, as language or a person; caustic; cutting; vigorous; effective; energetic)

The smell of offal and onions permeated through their flat.
She’d read a clip in a magazine on budget recipes and taken a shine to one in particular, but felt her shoulders sag when things did not go exactly to plan.
Bobby had turned the perfect shade of celadon when he realised what she was cooking, and his seat at the table remained vacant as he threw up in the bathroom, his trenchant anger apparent.
She felt abashed at his discomfort, then gave a nervous laugh as she tried to salvage what was left of dinner.

Not sure whether I’ve pulled off number 12 this time.

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