17 Apr 2019 61 Comments
in #onelinerwednesday Tags: #1linerweds, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, one liner challenge
“There’s no harder patient than a grown male one…”
Ritu
It’s Wednesday, and after 2 days of hospitals, xrays and orthopaedic drs, it has been confirmed that Hubby Dearest has a partially ruptured achilles tendon… that means 3 months in plaster…
Prayers for hom now would be welcome, and more for me, coping with said patient!
For Linda’s #1LinerWeds Challenge
15 Apr 2019 25 Comments
in #ronovansweeklyhaikuchallenge Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Haiku, Micro Poetry, Pitch and tone, Ronovan's Weekly Haiku Challenge, Senryu
Ronovan’s Haiku challenge:
Pitch your tone just right
LEaving readers wanting more
Choose words that engage...
Ritu 2019
13 Apr 2019 33 Comments
in #SoCS Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Linda G Hill, Lip, Socs, Stream Of Consciousness Saturday
Linda’s #SoCS prompt for this week…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Flippin’ ‘eck Linda, you don’t ‘alf like ta throw ’em at us, eh?!
Oh look, I have already managed to add a little lip in to that flip! And again!
Well, as I type this, I am sat in our lodge for our weekend away, and we have unpacked. Hubby has gone to park the car and is no doubt grumbling on his trek back to us!
I am hoping for a long weekend of walks through nature, bonding with the family, and lots of reading time, and hopefully, no lip from the teen or tween!
I don’t hold much hope though. Even in separate rooms they are able to annoy each other, and ultimately, me too!
God help me!
See you on the other side Peeps!
Gotta update this before it’s even gone out… MAJOR lip from Lil Man a few hours after getting here… but all sorted… for now anyway!
12 Apr 2019 38 Comments
in #CarrotRanch Tags: 99-Word Fiction, Beggars Can't Be Choosers, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction
Charli is back with her Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction prompt!
April 11, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “beggars can’t be choosers.” You can play with the words, alter them or interpret them without using the phrase. Give it any slant you want — show what it means or add to its meaning. Go where the prompt leads!
Yesterday, I wrote a little flash for Sue Vincent’s prompt, introducing two new characters to me, Reena and Jay… today’s prompt just helped me add to their story! If you want to read the first bit, click here.
Reena and Jay Do Beans On Toast
It had been a long trek.
Those last three mile had really dragged but finally Reena and Jay arrived back at the campsite.
Kicking off her trainers, she sighed. What she wouldn’t give for a pedicure, long soak in a tub and a chilled glass of Prosecco…
“Reens, can you remember how this works?” Jay was fiddling with camping stove, so they could prepare the feast that was Beans on Toast.
He rummaged around in the food bags, found some cans of lager and tossed one over to her.
Not even chilled. Reena sighed again. Beggars can’t be choosers.
11 Apr 2019 57 Comments
in #WritePhoto Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, directions, Flash Fiction, Photo Prompt, Sue Vincent
Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:
Reena stumbled, grabbing hold of Jay’s jacket.
She hated all this walking. Jay had suddenly decided that their life had become stale, full of the same old social gatherings in the evenings and the same tired London venues, followed by mornings spent with serious headaches and hangover cures.
“We really need to get out more. Like out, out, you know.”
“Definitely Jay-by baby! There is this great new place that has just opened up in Knightsbridge. Everyone’s raving about it. Shall we try that?”
Jay looked at her. “I don’t mean dinner, you know. More like the Great Outdoors. We need to hike. Go camping or something. That kind of out.”
Reena recoiled internally, whilst beaming a cheesy smile at him. Camping? Her? Never!
However, Asha had mentioned glamping to her before. That she could manage. All of her creature comforts, and ample Insta moments…
“So, I booked a pitch for us. We’re off tomorrow morning! Make sure you pack your hiking boots and lots of layers hun. It’ll be a laugh!”
Right. She could do this. And Jay would never book them anywhere untoward. It always needed WiFi, and hot tubs, a decent bar and eaterie, and a huge bed.
Back to that stumble.
Reena’s feet were aching. Her Adidas Tubulars weren’t built for actual sports or walking, and they certainly didn’t look Insta-worthy anymore.
“Jay! Seriously, how much fur-” As she stumbled, she looked up and saw a cross. Oh My God! Where had he brought her? To some graveyard? Was she going to be sacrificed?
Jay’s arm went round her instinctively and he pulled her up. “Reena, honestly. It’s only a bit of walking. Do you ever stop moaning?”
“Now, I just need to work out which way we have to go to get back to the campsite.”
Campsite… huh! Reena rolled her eyes as she remembered where they were meant to be sleeping tonight.
He hadn’t been joking. There were no luxury yurts, powerpoints or even WiFi. She had had to help him put up a tent. A tent, for God’s sake! And she was sleeping in an actual sleeping bag too…
“Hang on, what do you mean ‘work out which way’? Are we lost? Jay!”
“Not lost… just a bit… disorientated. Ah, hang on, here’s a sign post.”
He walked up to the cross, which wasn’t actually one, and read the signs.
“There you are, only three miles that way. Come on Reens, we can be back before sunset, and then we can make our dinner. Love a bit of beans on toast! You do know how to use the camp stove, don’t you?”
Er, no. Reena had barely used their cooker in their fancy kitchen, and he thought she would be able to operate a camp stove? This was going to be a long, hungry weekend…
Next time, she was doing the bookings.
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