- Follow pensitivity101 on WordPress.com
- 469,033 hits
Red Letter Day is a work of fiction and copyrighted to Pensitivity101 as the author.
Unless otherwise stated, feel free to copy anything else of mine for personal use.
It would be nice if you linked back to my blog when doing so.
Not to be used by commercial sites or for advertising purposes.
Please note, my personal photographs and some graphics have owner copyright (further details from Google images where applicable).
Tag Archives: memories
The jingly music is already in the shops and although we have no TV, the news channels Hubby tunes into are running the Christmas ads. So much is ‘in yer face’ it makes some of us wish for hibernation. Don’t … Continue reading
They say that someone’s rubbish is someone else’s treasure, which is probably why we enjoyed browsing at car boot sales so much.We’ve never had a lot of spare money, and when we first got together, we were skint.I owed over … Continue reading
I said in my ‘Today Is………. ‘ post earlier that I hadn’t slept very well. In fact, when I did finally get to sleep, it was to dream of park benches, concrete and the memory of my Mum. I woke … Continue reading
The council guys have been in our road cutting the grass today. One had a sit on mower and was content to cut the pavement before he realised what the grinding noise was, and two had strimmers merrily strimming around … Continue reading
You may remember these pictures from last year Well the tree is in flower now and everything is white. Sadly my phone took lousy pictures My Dad made wine. It was lovely stuff, and in later years more like rocket … Continue reading
A week or so ago I did a post on my card making and a reader mentioned sending a little package of cards to my aunt who had been unable to get out to purchase Easter cards. I’ve had a … Continue reading
I was born in a council house and there were quite a few young families on our estate and in our road. Next door there were 6 children, three older and three younger than me, three doors up there were … Continue reading
Every day when we walk the dog round the block, we pass a tree laden, no GROANING, with elderberries. These pictures were taken with my phone last night, but don’t begin to give you an idea of just how much … Continue reading
The hay bales are in the fields again, Some wrapped in black, some are bare, I remember your fascination When the doughnut machine held your stare. Like a young child, with hands behind Your back you stood at the window, … Continue reading