The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 22/18

The Challenge:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flower/flour.” Use one, use both, it’s totally up to you. Enjoy!

Mum’s yellow flour bin had a picture of a smiling daisy on it. It sat on the shelf amongst other containers for sugar, tea, coffee, biscuits and bread, but nothing matched. It’s what made her kitchen ‘Mum’s’, and the food that came out of it was tasty and nutritious.
Mum also liked flowers, so whenever we were visiting, we’d take her a bunch of daffs or tulips, or whatever was going in the supermarket that we could afford. Dad also grew roses and would often pick a single bloom for Mum to put in a tiny bud vase us kids had bought her many years before.
This particular weekend, we were staying over and Mum was in the kitchen baking as she always did on a Sunday morning.
There was an almighty scream followed by a crash and five of us went bombing downstairs to make sure Mum was OK.
There was flour everywhere and Mum was shaking like a leaf.
Looking up at her from the yellow container was the floury whiskered face of a mouse.
It seemed somewhat surprised at being disturbed, and certainly didn’t like the flying lessons Dad gave it out of the back door, container and all.
We sat Mum in the dining room whilst one of us made her a cup of tea to calm her nerves.
‘It surprised me, that’s all,’ she said sheepishly. ‘But dammit! I have no more flour so can’t make pastry. No pastry, means no pie, and no pie means no dessert!’
‘Don’t worry Love,’ Dad said. ‘We’ll have a crumble instead.’
Mum laughed then.
‘Fool!’ she said wiping tears of merriment from her cheeks. ‘That needs flour too!’
We ended up with our traditional Sunday roast followed by stewed apple and custard, aka ‘apple pie’ without the pastry!

Miss you.


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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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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