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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 for
Bacon frying means breakfast when I was a kid. Freshly cut grass.= Childhood. Cricket matches and Summer. Foggy days.=Winter in England. Soap flakes.=My Grandmother Baby shampoo= all my babies. Freshly washed and dried outside laundry = just love it. Freshly baked bread= Grandma |
Prompt for
Of course past experiences have to change a person and I’m sure I’m no exception. By the time you get to my age nothing is very surprising any more, I seem to know the outcome, even though it may seem unlikely, given enough time things always turn out as I thought they would. Whether to trust? I suppose that is the thing that has shaped me today. I’m actually quite trusting but always cautious, having been let down by so called friends in the past. Actually I’m not a great friend, I don’t think. I have only ever needed one good friend even at school. Nowadays I like to talk and associate with people in groups never really committing to friendship. I know that bad things can happen in an instance. Things that can turn your life upside down before you know it. I think that’s the reason I’m thankful for my days. Simple things are just the best and I appreciate my good fortune to be in a particular place when there is a lovely sunset or just watching the river flow with the sunlight shining on it. I worry of course that anything awful will happen to any of my family but I try not to get to caught up in “ what if’s “. The biggest thing to face is dying. We can probably count on two hands the time we have left, if we’re lucky. The thought of my husband dying before me is awful. I don’t think that will be the case though, he’s very fit as am I. So we’ve made a pact that neither of us is going anywhere! |
Prompt for
I was an only girl with two older brothers so I was dragged into many football and cricket games. But that wasn’t my favourite thing to do. That was drawing or writing stories or dancing by myself, living in my imagination. I wonder if I’m still like that even now. I seem to spend time thinking , not quite in this world. I think that’s why when I had my children at home I craved time alone and would get very anxious if things got too noisy. I enjoy being on my own even though people think I’m funny and out there, entertaining making people laugh, which I do, I know, but it can only be sustained for an hour or so then it’s back into my own world of thoughts. |