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The simplicity of my day to day. |
This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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PROMPT November 9th Write about something you own that is weird, wacky, or downright silly. Where did you get it and what significance does it hold for you? I cant think of anything off hand, except maybe my crazy dog, Lucy. My husband has his old Royal Enfield motorbike. I class that as Wacky because he never rides it anymore. I suggest selling it and putting the cash toward something else but he says that he'll get it out of the shed one day. At 77 I can't see it happening. He used to be such a daredevil, now he thinks the road users of today can't see motorbikes until they knock the rider off. I still have the head of a concrete Donald Duck my son made at school nearly forty years ago! I suppose that really is wacky. Don't know where the rest of the ornament went to. It used to be a doorstop, now it's a lump of grey concrete. Junk jewellery my mother left me when she died. My grandchildren have played dress ups with it and most of it is broken and yet I can't throw it away.That's silly. |