About pensitivity101
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination 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!
Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours.
Sadly times change and we now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
This morning we took Maggie out for her first walk just after 9.30. It was a little overcast, so we wore our hoodies, but I ended up taking mine off as I was too hot. I took this picture on … Continue reading →
Posted in beach walks, current events, diary, Dogs, Maggie, nature, walks
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Tagged beach walk, dogs, Maggie, observations, play
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Yay! Thanks to BWarren for hosting the Sunday Whirl challenge again this week. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2019/09/15/wordle-421/ Jazz looked at her reflection in the mirror, her smokey grey eyes under perfectly plucked brows dancing in her face. She practiced her killer-watt smile, and … Continue reading →
Our photoprompt this week shows cage fighting, and the scene is set perfectly in our prompt post below: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/2413918076 The whistles and shouts were deafening. It was a special night with the favourite taking on newcomers. The guards were ready … Continue reading →
Many thanks to Donna who is our host for this particular Sunday Challenge. https://sundayphotofiction.com/ Photo from pixabay Temper can be destructive. Danny remembered those words spoken to him as a child when he’d lashed out and put his six year … Continue reading →
Just a thought: has anyone noticed some subtle changes in the colour on WP lately? My stats have got a brighter blue column on views, (maybe they were in on Linda’s SoCS this week) and the current day is orange … Continue reading →
Always in the middle, on middle ground, trying to keep the peace. Such was the fate of the middle child, neither the oldest or youngest but the second of three. A short thought written for https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/79388113/posts/2414000831
Our words today were bicycle, butter and cushion. Nan had run out of butter for her special cake, so sent Stan down to the local shop on his bicycle. The cobbled streets were uncomfortable and he wished he had a … Continue reading →
