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Yorkshire parrot gets peckish!

My days are filled with observing you. I mostly feel alone. Whilst I chill on me perch . . . You work from home. You know what? I kinda feel double crossed. . . You give all your attention to that thing Microsoft! “Whos a pretty boy?” All that flattery, and you won’t peel meContinue reading “Yorkshire parrot gets peckish!”

My Yarden, My Eden

In my Yarden of Eden, there be no rush. . . just time to nap by the camelia bush. . . Bugs, bee’s and birds are welcome. . . May they be friend or foe. . . If you hold quiet. . . You’ll hear the flowers grow! Maybe you don’t want to smile, butContinue reading “My Yarden, My Eden”

Let it bee. . .

Look upon what I stumble-me. . . a humble-bee bumble-bee. . . I think I heard him buzz “leave me be!” I oblige before he stungled me!

“Who are you”

She asked me… “Who are you?” 3 years later: I’m a woman who’s mind is freed, from the constraints and expectations of society No more crippling electric anxieties… For I am content, so bloody content that I am me! A perpetually entwined tumbleweed; gathering the ‘good stuff’ on which my soul needs to feed. .Continue reading ““Who are you””

It’s Nacho…it’s me!

The boy said he was hungry and wanted something “proper tasty” And in these situations we can’t be hasty . . . So I entered the kitchen to cook up a storm . . .You know I’m a woman who indulges in food porn. On this occasion we hankered for crunch, something cheesy and sleezyContinue reading “It’s Nacho…it’s me!”

Concerned until proven concerned…

A new week in group. Feelings check. All but one knew the sketch. “Lets start with you” The group facilitator invited the first of twelve, to express covertly how they felt. Gratitude is a common theme. Grateful. Connected. Fatigued. Present. Indifferent. Humble. Calm. Giddy Each person has their own ‘set of words’ and rarely divertsContinue reading “Concerned until proven concerned…”

Not a beggar nor a wino

“Excuse me miss, are you local?” I turn with subtlety to retort. . . “you could say that”. I kept it short . . . I knew what was next I sit on the bench; you know to get myself comfy For this jack-a-nory. I already know the story. But I give him his glory. Continue reading “Not a beggar nor a wino”

Are you full? . . .

Another year. A new decade. Christmas once again, been and gone. Did you have your dessertspoonful? tablespoonful? Did you have your bellyful? Was your Yuletide Superpowerful? Ultrapowerful? Did you keep your pitchersful, tumblersful or thimbleful? More importantly your plattersful? That’s the way to be cheerful. Were the gifts you received characterful? Nonmeaningful? Distasteful? But theContinue reading “Are you full? . . .”

“God, You’re a C*NT!”. . .

As with many aging individuals, Donald Senior resents God. He blames him for the passing of his late and dear wife. Childishly believing that maybe God awoke that morning; Ate breakfast, brewed some coffee, fired up a quality cuban and sat back in his study. Wearing a white smoking jacket and cravat – meticulously planningContinue reading ““God, You’re a C*NT!”. . .”

Tears for fears…

The year is drawing to the end – praise be, A funny old year for my family and me. Two diagnoses of cancer a death and addiction, they all come to me with their afflictions. I’m a pretty strong woman who has her ‘sh*t together’, happy-go-lucky and rarely under the weather. But ‘Oh my gosh!Continue reading “Tears for fears…”