This is my first attempt at glass etching, please note – I’m not an artist but enjoy trying new things. I now have blue fingers and blue other stuff also.
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Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.— Stephen King
I love this quote, it is so true.
Of course I needed some groceries in the middle of an x-tropical cyclone (Dovi). It was impressive cooking my dinner watching the lightening all around the area and listening to the thunder. Lucky I didn’t have to swim to the supermarket??
Something is wrong
I knew something was wrong with today, not the rain, not the messy house, not the covid restrictions.
It’s mid afternoon and I haven’t had CHOCOLATE yet.
Was it just a dream??
This is a dream I had on the 8th of August 2021Continue reading Was it just a dream??
This is an excerpt from the second book in the Sci-Fi trilogy that I am working on. I am currently writing the second book and storyboarding the second and third books.
“That sounds like a sensible plan, we’ll meet with you all as soon as we can. Don’t forget to check out the loaders foot controls, they have spikes so that you can lock them to the ground. They also have a global positioning lock,” Jim advised.
“Wendy,” Sam interrupted, “How do you keep your hair looking so good?”
“Oh, thank you. I have been trying a new anti-tangle shampoo and after-wash conditioner. It’s good once you get used to it and it has a strawberry scent,” Wendy said, glad to be giving some advice.
“You must show us when you get a chance. What does a strawberry scent mean?” Sally asked, looking as puzzled as Sam.
“It means the product smells of strawberries, have a look in the pantry and try one, I’m sure that you will both like them,” Wendy was obviously happy to help Sam and Sally knowing that a lot of things would be unfamiliar to them. “I might have to try that hair treatment too,” Jillana said, coming to have a look at Wendy’s hair, “Ahh, do you mind if I touch your hair?” she asked, unsure of the human customs.
“That’s ok, we do that all the time when we try new products,” Wendy said, making her feel more at ease. Jillana felt her own hair (which fell over her shoulders to the bottom of her ribcage covering some of her cybernetic parts, it appeared straggly and unkempt by comparison) and then Wendy’s rubbing it between her fingers. By now the commanders had finished their discussion and watched with interest along with everyone else. Jillana lifted some of Wendy’s hair to her nose and sniffed gently.
“What’s it like?” Sam asked.
“It’s very soft and smells nice,” Jillana replied, sounding a little excited.
“Why are they all discussing hair?” James asked.
“Susan isn’t, how come you’re not discussing hair?” Nehill asked her.
“What’s wrong with my hair?” Susan asked, giving Nehill a menacing look.
“It’s best to let women discuss it and not say anything that may upset them,” Marble said, remembering the last time he had said something about Sapphite’s hair and regretted it.
“It seems our three races have that in common,” the General said, also remembering an unfortunate incident.
“I didn’t say anything,” Nehill protested, “Susan’s hair looks fine.”
“Thank you Nehill. I’m trying one of last year’s products so I might change soon,” Susan said looking at her own long hair.
“I’m going to find out what a strawberry is,” Jillana said as she headed off the bridge to find the pantry.
“Same,” Sam and Sally said, also heading off the bridge.
“Thanks Jim, we’ll see you both soon,” Wendy turned on the chair and went back to the group.
The men from the three races all looked at each other not wanting to be the first to mention anything about hair.
I was going through my socks the other day and found a pair of my running socks that I hadn’t worn for a while. I put one on and was thinking how comfortable it was when I noticed a small hole starting in the toe. “I wonder why I haven’t worn these for so long” I thought to myself.
Oh that’s why. I also remembered that I had another sock that needed sewing so I darned the socks and fixed a dolls dress for a charity shop that had a tare in it.
Well who ever said guys can’t sew and be house trained? Now I have another pain of running socks to wear to add to the list of socks that I have had to fix recently. This has saved me lots of money. Wish I could thank my mum for teaching me to sew.
Michelle and I are taking part in the Ration Challenge, it’s for a week (17th to the 24th of June) You can sponsor me if you like, your prayers and thoughts will be appreciated. (click here to find out about it)
This is from the Ration Challenge Co-Founder Kaz:
Last year, I sponsored myself $144 – enough to send a child to school for two months. Education is really important to me and I feel privileged to have studied at a great high school and attended university. Since the war broke out many Syrian children have not been able to go to school at all.
I’ve visited the Ration Challenge’s education program in Jordan that your Ration Challenge fundraising helps to make possible. I saw firsthand just how important it is for Syrian children living in the camps. The local schools are full and the informal classes run by our partner are the only education some of these kids have access to.
The program helps kids learn the skills they need to thrive academically in the future, and importantly, allows them to discover a part of childhood that war so cruelly took away from them. In class, they play, learn and have fun with their friends (like kids are supposed to!) – in an environment designed to help them deal with their trauma.
I have been having fun with google forms lately. Please feel free to fill them in if you like.
Life, the universe and everything.
Application for my phone number.
So who is beautiful?
Is it the flawless face in a magazine?
Is it a new born baby?
Is it a person you see at work or on the train or bus every day?
There are as many different answers as there are people in the world.
The Bible has this to say about beauty: 1 Peter 3: 3 Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel— 4 rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God. Continue reading Beautiful 美丽
A quick note.
Just letting you all know that I have been going some work on my site and it is now mobile friendly at last. yay! 🙂 I have also changed the comment settings so that you don’t have to leave your name and email to leave a comment, they will still be held for moderation though.
Red Dwarf 12 Days of Christmas.
On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Twelve racks of suits.
Eleven Hammond Organs.
Ten lagers with croutons.
Nine diesel decks.
Eight lifeless moons.
Seven cat naps.
Six specs of grit.
Five red hot curries.
Four gazpacho soups.
Three spare heads.
Two pleasure GELF’s.
and a life pod with an alien.
By Roger Vincent
Author of “Apostrophe to Zenith”
Quote – Stephen King.
Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
Leap day frog says,”Happy leap day everyone.”
A scene from India
As we traveled through the bustling streets of Agra our horse and driver seemed indifferent to all of the activity and the strange smells created by a mixture the rubbish that was often well trampled into the dirt streets, the open sewers or the fact that some people just squatted down to do their business wherever they pleased and the multitude street vendors offering curries , roti breads and a host of other Indian cooking. The traffic didn’t seem to obey any sort of rules as buses, trucks, cars motorbikes, camels, cows, horses, ox’s people pulling makeshift carts and the occasional elephant jostled for position along the busy street. We passes a crowd by the river as we neared our destination. They lit a funeral pyre as we plodded by and said their last goodbyes and prayers for a loved one who had passed into the next life. Huge buzzards stood like sentinels among the poor in their ramshackle dwellings waiting for a life to end so they can pick at the bones. Finally we reach the gateway to the Taj Mahal, quite an impressive feat of architecture in itself, and farewell our horse and cart. Not knowing what to expect and a little shaken by all the sights we have seem so far we have our way through the gate and step into another world. Like a fairy tale palace the sight stops you in your tracks. The water features and gardens are perfect with the awe inspiring Taj Mahal in the background. Like princes we approach the entrance and marvel at the massive intricately carved blocks of marble inlaid with precious stones. As we walk around taking in every aspect of this wonderful place we wish we never had to leave. Looking our past the back of the Taj Mahal, cattle are being lead from the Yamuna river that lazily winds its way through the countryside oblivious to the daily comings and goings that make Agra and India such an amazing place.