Wordle #172

Here is this week’s wordle list:

1. monkey wrench
2. dust bunny
3. jejune [naive, simplistic, and superficial|(of ideas or writings) dry and uninteresting]
4. rowboat
5. goose-neck lamp
6. dementia
7. angst
8. vexatious [causing or tending to cause annoyance, frustration, or worry|denoting an action or the bringer of an action that is brought without sufficient grounds for winning, purely to cause annoyance to the defendant]
9. pernicious [having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way]
10. mollycoddle
11. milk bottle
12. vermilion lipstick [vermilion:a brilliant red pigment made from mercury sulfide (cinnabar)]


At 83, Priscilla was forever wanting to be mollycoddled but when flustered, she projected  pernicious hostility towards her family, blaming them for her perceived jejune existence.
It was later determined she was suffering from dementia, and with angst feelings directed at anything from dirty milk bottles to dust bunnies under the bed, things soon became strained.
adly the authorities had to intervene when she started wielding a goose-neck lamp as a sabre in the local furniture store and threatening to give everyone the kiss of death with her vermilion lipstick.

They could just imagine something akin to a modern day Cluedo:

“Miss Vexatious in the rowboat with the monkey wrench.”


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Wordle #172

  1. scribblersdip says:

    Well done with this week’s wordle Di 🙂

    You’ve created a wonderful story, without it being obnoxious, or insensitive, discussing the perils and trials of dementia, which, unfortunately, is an all too prevalent disease. This being said, you’ve written with taste, and dignity – so I don’t think there can be any misunderstanding in any suggestion of callousness or affectation. Well done. And I particularly like the Cluedo idea – and I really loved the idea of the kiss of death with her vermilion lipstick – brings a sad smile to my face, in understanding. Still, it paints a lovely image, of so many elderly, the women who no longer make up their faces, but have to have their lipstick on.

    thanks for wordling this week – hope you’re week is wonderful 🙂

    • Thank you so much for your kind words.
      My Mum can remember things that happened thirty, forty or even fifty years ago, but sometimes not what happened yesterday or last week. Time has no meaning for her, but if we can get her chatting on a subject, we keep it going.

      • scribblersdip says:

        It surely is astounding, isn’t it. I have held company with people suffering from dementia, and as you’ve mentioned, the memories, the mind, it can recall with accurate precision, to the finest details, and yet ….. *sigh* it’s a hard and trying disease, and it takes so much patience and love in order to cope, and manage, for everyone involved.

  2. Michael says:

    I enjoyed your response to the wordle Di, dementia did give a certain shape didn’t it…

  3. Lorraine says:

    Your clue finisher was great. Perfect representation of the game, and of the foibles and trials of dementia. There is a humorous side to the decent; it creates the better memories of the time. And, when written of with caring and compassion, then it is not making light of, but honouring.

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