Four years on

Today is the anniversary of our mother’s death.  I was more sad about it yesterday than today.  Having some thoughts about her epitaph and why I have been so far reluctant to do this.

 

Here’s what I was going to say

Yes.  Last thing at night and first thing in the morning as I wake in my cosy bed, I was thinking about the Big Issue seller I see every day.  yesterday he was stamping his feet and looked pale.  He told me he’d sold four papers all day (this was around 4 pm) – which gives him £3.00 profit.  So here’s what I say to you:  Buy the Big Issue every week.  And if you can’t buy it, give the guy a donation.  If you can’t do that, at least give them a smile, a square of your chocolate, something.

OK?

TTFN

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It’s a four-letter word.  You can’t live with it, you can’t live without it.  What is it?

WORK.

Good Morning my little bloglets

 

How are we today? I’m having a late start as we are going to see Holly in some Woodcraft Extravaganza. For those who don’t know, Woodcraft is a sort of alternative Brownies/Guides/Cubs/Scouts/Sea Scouts/Women’s Land Army/Salvation Army – erm, anyway, it’s vaguely hippy-ish and Holly loves it. She’s been going since she was four or five and is now one of the oldest.

 

Yesterday I didn’t seem to get too much done apart from reading through my stories and feeling that they were not good.

 

Daniel and I have reached Series 8 of Friends – the one where Rachel is pregnant. I started to write a series of limericks about Friends. It went:

 

It starts with a Rembrandt or two

who say that they’ll be there for you

a fountain, some jiving

a bride who is skiving

‘cos everyone says she’s a shoe

 

The idea was to write a verse for every series. I’ve got a few more verses in the pipeline – the difficulty, particularly in the early series, is finding a main event. Also, as Phoebe discovered, nothing rhymes with “Chandler”.

 

Ah well. Enjoy your day. And sing, Bing, sing!

TTFN

HI folks

Back again for the weekend, and feeling much more positive about everything.  I have a real sense of it being possible to be published now.  I have some poems which I am feeling very good about.  The novel is still at the planning stage – I am getting to know the characters.  It seems important to know everything about them even if it doesn’t go in the novel.  The action takes place in the 1960’s until 79 when Thatcher came in, then goes back to the war, then forward to the 90’s and finishes in the year 2000.

Watch this space!

TTFN

Back again for a couple days

- as our Ameican cousins say.  Great teacher training day today.  We talked about karma and karma yoga.  Great comment from Peter on Bob when he was working at Victoria Coach Station – chack it out.  The novel is progressing and I am writing some songs.  Hope everyone is well.

See you all soon

Liz

Back again

Had a good weekend at DCT (yoga) weekend.  The guest speaker was Mukunda Stiles, a (very) soft- spoken American who has written books on yoga posture and philosophy.  He was very good.

Back home I’m getting ready for teacher training on Sunday and preparing to go back to the chalet and work more on the novel tomorrow

See you all soon

Liz

And also

I ought to mention Claire’s friend Anna, who put me up and fed me in spite of being ill with the flu.  She has a great house on five floors – tall and narrow, almost like a house in Amsterdam.  Outside the back door there is an overhead trellis with a vine.  At the bottom of the garden runs the railway.

Thanks Anna!

What’s the worst that could happen?

this morning I said to Daniel – you’re taking a long time drinking that Sergeant Pepper’s!

Still some places left on the minibus – give us a ring if you want to come

Kirk out

Ugh and double ugh!

Not well at all – slept the whole day yesterday, a bit better today but still won’t do much.  Mark took my blood pressure this morning – 120/50 – very low.  He is going to do me some medicine.  Glad I got in all that training when I did.  Hopefully I’ll be ok for the 5th.

Missed the whole of Mark’s birthday but he doesn’t like birthdays anyway.  Much to my chagrin – I think birthdays are important.  So instead of going out they had takeaway pizza.

I feel as if I’ve lost 24 hrs of my life.  But I guess I’m not often ill, so when I am it feels strange to me.  I’m lucky in that way.  Have a tendency when I’m ill to feel abandoned and very sorry for myself.  Also some weird nightmarish experiences which I can’t define but which could be to do with hospitalisation when I was 3.

Not heard from Mary and John – I guess they arrived OK.

Kirk out.