Hello and welcome to a new week of The Three Things Challenge.
Every day I’ll give you three words that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
No need to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what it brings to mind.
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I look froward to reading your responses.
Your three words today are:
Here’s my offering:
I have so many happy childhood memories. Even now, they still make me smile.
After Tuesday’s fiasco of the elusive doubles and defeat, Hubby and I have been playing darts in our hall in the hope of improving my aim.
We’ve been playing 301 down but double in, double out, so the score won’t count unless you’ve got a double first.
Tempting fate as always, Hubby was down to double 11 before I started but I managed to get down to just over a hundred before he got his double 4 to finish.
The second game was better and I started first, though he wasn’t far behind and I won that one.
Our first ‘set’ was five games of which I won 2.
Our second set later was four games and I won 3, though one was by default so of the 9 games played tonight, it was really four each on a double finish.
I hit double one no less than six times tonight, Hubby hit it twice, and we each had some good scores, me hitting 106 to start (double 13, treble 20 and a single 20) and later 110, but Hubby replied with 70s and 80s so we had some decent games.
Our last game had me down to 112 and my first dart went sweetly into the treble 20 leaving 52. I went for 12 and hit a double instead leaving me double 14 but instead I hit double 9.
Next throw at double 5 and I hit the wire on the wrong side, leaving me five. Hubby was hot on my tail so I had to make my next throw pay.
I couldn’t believe it as I hit DOUBLE ONE instead of a single, leaving 3, so had only one way to go which was a single and another double.
Look for yourself:
My third dart was the one right in the corner on the left.
Using the word beautiful
Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
She is beautiful,
Her eyes like ebony depths,
Loyal and loving,
Trusting, caring companion
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Melanie from sparksfromacombustiblemind has sent Maggie a birthday cake!
By all accounts this is a special cake made for doggies from goodies they are allowed to have that are all doggy friendly.
Maggie likes to share and so invites all her doggy friends to have a virtual piece.
Picture from the cottage 2008.
Basically, I like to think there is nothing false about me and have always prided myself on what you see is what you get. I had my share of trying to be what was expected by everyone else, which only led to depression, a lot of soul searching and reorganising my life.
I wear glasses so that I can see where I’m going and as a younger woman I wore high heels which made me look taller and my legs slimmer (they also helped my darts game, and no I didn’t throw them instead).
My hair is its natural colour, though more grey than ten years ago but I still have a majority of brown. I had it highlighted once but had to have it bleached as the colour didn’t take, and then no-one noticed anyway.
Padded bras were not my thing, and not because someone’s ‘pad’ came out on the bowling alley and went fluttering down the lane to accompany her strike.
Following my mastectomy, I now have something ‘false’ which I have affectionately called The Precious. She lives in a box in the cupboard and I have only worn her once so far. I am comfortable and confident with or without her, but when we are together, no-one would know.
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Thanks to Dylan Hughes for setting this week’s prompt. You can find out more here
Our picture and first line for this week are:
The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes.
Database after database flashed behind her eyelids, automatically cross checking and cross referencing everything she had seen.
Nothing was missed, and the chuntering of the printer confirmed everything shown on another screen in another room.
‘She’s amazing!’ the senior technician stated in awe.
‘Yes, I am,’ came the disjointed response.
Her eyes flicked open and revealed everything about him, even things long forgotten and the names and addresses of those who had fallen foul of his ambition.
One blink, and another set of data was immediately visible on the screen. He looked closer.
It was that of his wife and another………………..
The door closed quietly as his companion left the room, quickly punching in an autocall number on his cell.
‘He knows. Pack what you can and get out. You’ve got about ten minutes……’
Here’s a picture of Maggie taken more recently. It’s really hard to believe she is 15 today, or 83 according to this chart
Here are my porkies for today:
1. What’s the difference between a hair and a whisker?
Dogs chase hares, but cats eat wiskas
2. How many spots were there in 101 Dalmations?
I have no idea, I didn’t catch all their names.
3. What is the Flying Dog?
The pub in the next street.
4. Why do we say ‘sick as a dog?’
Clearing up after one usually makes us come out in sympathy.
5. What is meant by ‘going to the dogs’?
Sounds better than going down the pub every night, and I used to work there.
6. Who or what is ‘Goofy?’
It was supposed to be a planet but didn’t sound right so they named it Pluto instead.
7. Where is the Dog Star?
Next to the Flying Dog.
8. Where will you find puppies on a roll?
Either on the beach or rolling in something nasty and smelly in the forest.
9. What are hush puppies?
Gagged dogs or those in the Secret Service.
10. What is the hair of the dog?
One of the annoying things that manages to sneak onto my pillow and tickle my nose.
Hope you enjoyed these.
Over to Frank for next week’s questions.