Chai And A Chat #46 #ChaiAndAChat

Well hello there my dear Peeps! Did you get your cuppa ready?

  • If we were sipping chai together I’d let you know that the week went by fairly smoothly.
  • If we were sipping chai together the first thing I’d want to talk to you about would be #RiNoEdMo, as that has been my biggie this week. I managed to reach the end of the edit I was on, and sent my manuscript off to 5 beta readers. Some initial feedback was very positive, but there was one piece of advice about getting a little more description in, of characters and settings. So, I set about round 723 of revising the script. I know I have to wait for others feedback too, but I know this will be something pointed out by them all, so the changes and additions were going to need to be put in. Just waiting nervously for the rest of the feedback. My new, improved manuscript will be going back to Cheerleader #1 as soon as I am happy with it!
  • If we were sipping chai together I’d tell you that Thursday was Rakhri. This is the brother sister festival that is celebrated by Indian families to celebrate the sibling bond. My brother isn’t here but Pops, who flew over the Helsinki on Wednesday, took my rakhi over to him. We tie a rakhi on our brother to show them we love them, and are there for them. This also symbolises our brothers promise to always look out for their sisters. It’s also accompanied by a gift, usually, not that that is the reason we celebrate!
  • If we were sipping chai together I’d say that I took the kids on a trip to Bluewater, for Lil Man to let his sister choose a gift for the above-mentioned Rakhri, and we ended up at a book signing that was going on in Waterstones, with Dr Ranj, the Children’s TV host, who has recently published a book on healthy eating. Had to be done!
  • If we were sipping chai together I’d have to mention that, despite Lil Princess being a total teen in her attitude, we did have a good morning, one day, where we went for a girlie mani and pedi… though why she chose neon yellow, I’ll never know!
  • If we were sipping chai together I’d tell you we went for a lovely family meal on the Saturday night, with my in-laws too. It is lovely to be out of the usual environment for a change!
  • If we were sipping chai together I’d sigh with relief and say that Sunday was another chilled day. The children played on the x-box with their friends for a while, then outside on their bikes, or playing football, giving me a little peace to edit. And I managed to read too, which is always a bonus!
  • If we were sipping that chai together, and possibly reaching for cake or cookies I’d tell you that I have a dinner to go to on Tuesday at one of my friend/colleague’s house to generalyl catch up, and talk a bit about timetables and planning for next year at school.
  • If we were sipping that chai together, and possibly reaching for cake or cookies I’d say that we may even try and get away for the weekend, seeing as it is the last one before I go back to school!!! EEEK!

Right, that’s me done Peeps! Let me how your week has been.

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 233 – Parenting


“If you have never been hated by your child, you have never been a parent.”

Bette Davis

Thanks Spidey, for that.

Bette Davis, I hear ya sister!

I can tell my household is filled with teen and tweenage hormones.

The angst clouding the atmosphere can sometimes be so thick, I need my own knife to cut it, just so I can get around my house.

And over the last few weeks, I have had “I Hate You!” thrown at me so many times, it is unbelieveable!

Truthfully, I don’t hear it much from the older one.

He’s a little more subtle, with his brooding stares of death, and retreating to the garden to work off frustrations in the garden, whacking cricket balls around, or taking part in lengthy battles on Tekken 7, battering poor unsuspecting characters to submission on screen.

Once he’s done that, any moods disperse, and he’ll be quite calm again.

But the other one. OMG.

Maybe it’s because she’s the female of the species – though I don’t recall ever being this moody at her age!

But, seriously. WOW!

All it takes is saying “Can you change please?” or “Time for a shower.”

Yeah fine, sometimes I’m cramping her style, not allowing her to express herself through her interesting dress sense… butI need her to look decent, or respectable, at least.

But other times, all it takes is a “Good morning!” and the bedroom door is slammed shut in a huff. I’m left standing there thinking “Whaddidido?”

Last night, after insisting she went and showered, I heard the unmistakeable youth chant “Oh, I HATE you!” as she slammed the door again – the bathroom one this time.

“I know,” I replied cheerily, and went off to my room to read.

The life of a parent, eh.

Two hours earlier she was sitting on my lap, posing for Snapchat selfies with the Mum she hates.

I do love her hate!

So, how long does this stage last, anyone? She’s 11…

So… tell me, which stage of parenthood are you going through right now?

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps  And enjoy your week! ❤ 

#SoCS August 17/19 – Co

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “co-” Find a word that uses “co” as a prefix and use it in your post. Have fun!

I’m tired.

You’d think, with a 4.5 week vacation, I’d be anything but tired.

Well, the first week, or so, I was in school setting up my new classroom.

The following two weeks, I managed to avoid going into school, even though I wanted to pop in on several occasion to just check things were okay!

So, instead, I started my edit, with gusto!

And in 2 weeks, I had completed the main restructuring and tweaking of my book.

That was a long time looking at a screen though.

My eyes suffered, my head suffered, and even my poor screen suffered. It has developed a flicker, rather like a nervous twitch, that starts up after a few hours of me using it.

And the mental exhaustion has kicked in.

I’ve sent the MS to a few readers, three known, trusted readers, and two who are writers I have met via a FaceBook group I am an active member of.

So for the next few days, I shall be operating on auto-pilot. Actually, it might be a good time for Hubby Dearest to rise from the Hurt Foot Brigade, and co-pilot for a while, so I can rest up a bit, while he deals with the kids demands!

(Who am I kidding? Firstly, I am too much of a control freak to totally let go. He’s there. He does plenty. It’s just not how I want things done, so I do them again, anyway! And secondly, even if I did, I’d end up implementing more changes to the MS as suggested by the readers, because I CAN’T SWITCH off!!!)

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – #Weightloss #HealthyEating – 13 Tips I Learned Over The Last Year 2017 by Ritu Bhathal | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Pop over to Sally’s to have a peek at one of my older posts all about weight loss.

Source: Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – #Weightloss #HealthyEating – 13 Tips I Learned Over The Last Year 2017 by Ritu Bhathal | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

August 15: Flash Fiction Challenge

Charli’s Carrot Ranch prompt today:

August 15, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sweet jam. It can take you to the kitchen or the smokey room of a back-alley bar. What makes it sweet? Go where the prompt leads you!

Since I’m neck-deep in editing my novel, I thought it would be a good time to introduce you to some of the characters, adapted from the novel, in a situation they find themselves, on a train in India. Meet Aashi, my main character and Arjun, someone who may become quite important to her!

Train Jam

Arjun peeled back the cover of the tray and peered at the contents.

Two cooling pieces of toast lay there, with a pat of white butter and a container containing something that was jelly-like with a luminous pink glow.

“What’s that?” he grimaced.

“I think you’ll find it’s jam.” Aashi couldn’t help but smirk at his expression.

“That’s not like any jam I’ve ever seen before.”

“Well you’re not in England anymore, either. It’s Indian jam, made to cater for the Western travellers. Probably filled with sugar, colouring, sugar, flavouring and a bit more sugar. Just don’t expect strawberries!”

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