Chai And A Chat #157 #ChaiAndAChat

And it’s a wrap! The first term of the year has finally come to an end, and I am exhausted!

So, got your drink ready? We had a busy one!

  • If we were having chai I’d tell you that the last week of term was not without it’s usual drama as always. From introducing and celebrating Halloween and Harvest festival, a little Active day, and the individual school photos, it was busy from start to finish! We had a lovely display of pumpkins which my specials took a particular liking to, and we wven foun done with a little bitemark in it! On Thursday, we had an Active day. The rest of the school were doing something we call personal best, which is when they come in to the hall and do a series of HITT style ecercises, and record on a sheet what they did. Then each term, they have another go to see if they have improved their scores. So, that would have been a little too much for reception, so we devised our own HITT training in the playground, and gave them all a good exercise! On Friday, it was the school photos as well as our mini Harvest festival. I was so touched by how much the families donated from our year group, and they performed their little song so well. We were very impressed! And the photos? I have to admit, we were dreading it, but they went the quickest and smoothest I have ever seen in the last twelve years! We managed to get our specials done first thing, and the rest were pretty amazing, I’ll have you know! Then we waved goodbye to the little lovelies and all collapsed. I thing we were all ready for the half term break! I’ll share a photo of our beautiful pumpkins and squashes that we had on display!
  • If we were having chai I’d say that though cricket is meant to have been over, we are now in the midst of the Winter Cricket nets. That means Lil Princess and I hanging around until 9pm on a Thursday, until Lil Man has finished his session. It’s not so bad. Usually, I have to rush home, as it is getting dark quickly, now, because Lil Man wants to get a session in the garden before it gets too dark. This eevningtraining means that I can sit with my In Laws at least, for a while, and have a chat! This week, I left the session with my kids, the boot full of his equipment, and a bruise the size of a cricket ball on my knee. Yup, bad luck on my part. Lil Priness and I were standing at the exit with another of the mums and in the last moment, we heard a cracker of a shot, then realised it was coming our way, and no one was even attempting to stop it. It then cracked again, against my knee! The room went silent, before the adults in the room began coming over to ask if I was okay. I knew the bruise would be great. I wasn’t even kidding. When I got home, it was red, and the impact had been so great that you could even see the stitches of the ball on there! I am now nursing a very large purple bruise…
The development of said bruise. Can you see the stitches on the first pic?
  • If we were having chai I’d have you know, even though you would know this, already, that I was truly shattered, now. Howver, I read a little more, and now have only 1.5 arcs left on my Netgalley list, before I can make a start on some of my other books sitting on my TBR trolley, or something downloaded onto my Kindle… there is plenty of choice, I tell you! I also continued to squeeze in the odd episode of You, series two and finished that on Sunday. Only one series to go! What a totally mindblowing series, that is… twisted, but addictive!
  • If we were having chai I’d regale you with stories of more flat pack furniture! The desk for Lil Man’s room arrived, in two boxes, then on Friday the coffee table came. On Saturday I had announced that I was not to be disturbed at all. I even decided that the grocer shopping could wait until tomorrow. I needed a day of nothing. Did it happen? Well, if you know me at least a little, you know that days of nothing come rarely… So the shopping did wait until Sunday. However Hubby Dearest decided to divvy up the boxes of furniture to assemble, taking the single box that contained the coffee table and leaving me with the desk. I was insistent that I wasn’t doing it, but seeing Lil Man’s face, as he just wants his room sorted out as soon as possible, I couldn’t say no. I got my little toolkit out (Yes, I have my own, it’s pink, and I even have a purple drill set!) and set to putting it together. And within three quarters of an hour, his desk was done and dusted. Not bad, even if I do say so myself. I knew what I would find in the living room… Hubby Dearest has a great eye for the aesthetic, but isn’t as blessed with the ability to put things together logically… so I ended up ‘helping’ him and we got the coffee table made up, too. It looks lovely! I have subjected myself to another session of flatpack assembly during the week, when the new desk for Lil Princess’s room arrives… The three wardrobes and bookshelf which arrive at the beginning of November? Nope, that is a job he can get someone in to do! But, we have new rugs, he has his office sorted, and aside from the dining table and side board, and a small sofa for the summer house, new blinds for some of the rooms, and some artwork and photos for the walls, I think we have done a pretty good job. It feels like home and we love it.
  • If we were having chai I’d say that on Sunday, I was up a little earlier and went to Sainsbury’s for a change to do the weekly shop. My! Food shopping has become so expensive! Over £200 lighter in pocket, but with bags filled with the food and snacks that my gannet like teens would need, I stopped off at Macdonald’s to get them breakfast. Then we chilled for most of the day. However, I got my fair share of exercise, as the tumble dryer is not working – the drum is not turning – so I was up and down the stairs to get loads of washing out to hang up to dry!
  • If we were having chai I’d leave you with a photo of our darling, Sonu Singh. He’s been watching all these developments, joining in with the flat pack assembly, trying to help out, by deciding which large, empty box is the best to sit in, you know, that important kind of assistance. And he also foudn time to explore the new fitted wardrobes in our bedroom, trying to find a good shelf to hide on… Here, check him out! He also managed to bury himself in Lil Man’s cricket bag, but that’s another picture for another day!

This week, we have nothing, per se, planned, but I am sure there will be plenty to do. I have work I need to do on a couple of days, at least. There is flat pack furniture arriving. No doubt, we will get a couple of day trips in to appease the bored teens… But, mainly, I hope to rest. I need it after a long term!

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Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 346 – Sunshine

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“It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.”

Winnie The Pooh (A.A. Milne)

Thanks, Spidey for finding a lovely quote from my favourite bear!

Yup, before you say it, I am late, again. That thing from last week? Time Management? Well, it was left totally unmanaged, yesterday! And when I woke this morning, the grocery shopping was calling, followed by grabbing a MacDonald’s breakfast for the family.

However, it is all done, my belly is full, and I am able to give you my full attention, now!

The thing about shunshine is, it is always there. The sun never goes away.

There are merely things that get in its way.

During the day, it’s still lighting our day, even behind the clouds that may try and mask it. At night, it may not be visible, but that sun is still busy, shining away, giving something else light, and working its way back to you.

Like life, and things you wish or hope for. uIt never hurts to keep looking for them, because they may be there, in front of you, but just masked by something else. And it’s our job to either move the obstacle, or have a little patience.

It’s all about our mindset. Things happen. Plans change. Every day. But, as long as we keep that level of positivity going, we will reach our goal, eventually. And we have to keep believing that.

So, do you have the patience to wait, or are you optimistic?

namaste

Wishing you a wonderfully peaceful Sunday, Peeps!

The Art of Spirit Capture – A #NewRelease by @geofflepard #BlogTour – How I Found The Story

Our wonderful fellow blogger, and author, Geoff LePard, fondly known as His Geoffleship to me, anyway, has a fabulous new release, out now. His first romance, no less!

It’s called The Art of Spirit Capture, and sounds fabulous!

Now, His Geoffleship, as I mentioned earlier, has penned a romance.

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Jason Hales is at his lowest ebb: his brother is in a coma; his long-term partner has left him; he’s been sacked; and Christmas is round the corner to remind him how bad his life has become. 

After receiving an unexpected call telling him he’s a beneficiary of his Great Aunt Heather’s estate, he visits the town he vaguely recalls from his childhood, where his great aunt lived. Wanting to find out more, he’s soon sucked into local politics revolving around his great uncle’s extraordinary glass ornaments, his ‘Captures’, and their future. 

While trying to piece his life back together, he’ll have to confront a number of questions: What actually are these Captures and what is the mystery of the old wartime huts where his uncle fashioned them? Why is his surly neighbour so antagonistic? Can he trust anyone, especially the local doctor Owen Marsh and Charlotte Taylor, once a childhood adversary, but now the lawyer dealing with the estate? His worries pile up, with his ex in trouble, his flat rendered uninhabitable and his brother’s condition worsening. Will Christmas bring him any joy?

Set in the Sussex countryside, this is a modern novel with mystery, romance and magic at its core, as well as a smattering of hope, redemption and good cooking.

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I asked him where the story came from…

I imagine most writers are asked how they uncover their stories. And as a supplemental, how
do they decide one has the legs to be an 80,000 plus novel against a 10,000 short story or 500
piece of flash?
In the case of the Art, it all began with a prompt. The late Sue Vincent began a series of
prompts she titled #writephoto. She would post on a Thursday and try and reblog the stories
she received during the week, ending with a collection the following Thursday and a new
prompt. Her photos were often taken from her visits to the wild and wooly places in England,
her beloved Albion and led me down many a weird and wacky path.
In one she posted a picture of a crow in flight. That led me to my trainee exorcist Pearl Barley
who is now the subject of two draft novels and a third I hope to at least begin this November.
The picture that started me on the road to The Art was a Christmas decoration through which
a rainbow of refracted light showed. Some of you may remember it. There was something
beautiful yet otherworldly about it – a lot of Sue’s prompts had that otherworldliness.
What, I mused as my fingers hovered over the keys, if that wasn’t just a simple decoration
splitting white light into its spectrum of colours? What instead if that bauble gave off more
than mere refracted light? Some sort of essence?
I wrote maybe 500 words that day, imagining a glass blower working away in a remote shack
known only to a few. He had discovered a way of capturing the spirit of someone in the act of
dying and implanting it into a glass decoration. Glass is fluid, even though it appears solid.
What if some of that spirit could escape and create a miasma around close relatives, bringing
succor to the recently bereaved?
It was a little piece, in the run up to Christmas and, for me, surprisingly romantic.
When I started writing seriously I tried not to limit myself in what I wrote. One way to avoid
such limitations was to challenge myself to write in different genres. I tend to default to
humour or mysteries in my longer works, fantasy in my shorter pieces.
Could I write a romantic novel, a romance? A Feelgood book?
I think I have; now it is over to you to decide…

Geoff Le Pard

Geoff Le Pard started writing to entertain in 2006. He hasn’t left his keyboard since. When he’s not churning out novels he writes some maudlin self-indulgent poetry, short fiction and blogs at geofflepard.com. He walks the dog for mutual inspiration and most of his best ideas come out of these strolls. He also cooks with passion if not precision.

Check out Geoff’s other crackers!

My Father and Other Liars is a thriller set in the near future and takes its heroes, Maurice and Lori-Ann on a helter-skelter chase across continents.

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Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle is a coming of age story. Set in 1976 the hero Harry Spittle is home from university for the holidays. He has three goals: to keep away from his family, earn money and hopefully have sex. Inevitably his summer turns out to be very different to that anticipated.

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In this, the second book in the Harry Spittle Sagas, it’s 1981 and Harry is training to be a solicitor. His private life is a bit of a mess and he’s far from convinced the law is for him. Then an old acquaintance from his hotel days appears demanding Harry write his will. When he dies somewhat mysteriously a few days later and leaves Harry in charge of sorting out his affairs, Harry soon realises this will be no ordinary piece of work. After all, his now deceased client inherited a criminal empire and several people are very interested in what is to become of it.

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The third instalment of the Harry Spittle Sagas moves on the 1987. Harry is now a senior lawyer with a well-regarded City of London firm, aspiring to a partnership. However, one evening Harry finds the head of the Private Client department dead over his desk, in a very compromising situation. The senior partner offers to sort things out, to avoid Harry embarrassment but soon matters take a sinister turn and Harry is fighting for his career, his freedom and eventually his life as he wrestles with dilemma on dilemma. Will Harry save the day? Will he save himself? 

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Life in a Grain of Sand is a 30 story anthology covering many genres: fantasy, romance, humour, thriller, espionage, conspiracy theories, MG and indeed something for everyone. All the stories were written during Nano 2015 

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Salisbury Square is a dark thriller set in present day London where a homeless woman and a Polish man, escaping the police at home, form an unlikely alliance to save themselves. 

This is available here 

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Buster & Moo is about about two couples and the dog whose ownership passes from one to the other. When the couples meet, via the dog, the previously hidden cracks in their relationships surface and events begin to spiral out of control. If the relationships are to survive there is room for only one hero but who will that be?

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Life in a Flash is a set of super short fiction, flash and micro fiction that should keep you engaged and amused for ages 

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Apprenticed To My Mother describes the period after my father died when I thought I was to play the role of dutiful son, while Mum wanted a new, improved version of her husband – a sort of Desmond 2.0. We both had a lot to learn in those five years, with a lot of laughs and a few tears as we went.

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Life in a Conversation is an anthology of short and super short fiction that explores connections through humour, speech and everything besides. If you enjoy the funny, the weird and the heart-rending then you’ll be sure to find something here.

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When Martin suggests to Pete and Chris that they spend a week walking, the Cotswolds Way, ostensibly it’s to help Chris overcome the loss of his wife, Diane. Each of them, though, has their own agenda and, as the week progresses, cracks in their friendship widen with unseen and horrifying consequences.

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Famous poets reimagined, sonnets of all kinds, this poerty selection has something for all tastes, from the funny, to the poignant to the thought-provoking and always written with love and passion.

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Don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to reading this one!

The Fault Between Us by @BetteLeeCrosby #BlogTour #BookReview

I was honoured to be given an ARC of Award Winning Author, Bette Lee Crosby’s newest release, The Fault Between Us,having read several of her previous books, and throughly enjoyed them!

The Fault Between Us by Bette Lee Crosby

Here is the blurb:

April 18, 1906 – A devastating earthquake rocks San Francisco and Templeton Morehouse fears her husband is lost forever. A powerful and compelling story from USA Today bestselling author Bette Lee Crosby

Chances were a million to one that a girl born and raised in Philadelphia would encounter a stranger from California on the trolley and fall madly in love, but that’s what happened. Templeton was not only taken with John Morehouse, but also with his tales of life in San Francisco. As an aspiring fashion designer, the dazzle of a city called the Paris of the West, with its towering department stores and European couture was too much to resist.

Despite her family’s objections, she and John are married and, on their way back to California, before the month is out. To ease the heartbreak of such a move, Templeton promises her family that they will return for a visit every summer. She fully intends to keep that promise, but as her fashions gain popularity, the business grows increasingly more demanding. The trips back to Philadelphia become less frequent and she makes foolish choices she will come to regret.

Now, when she is on the verge of having everything she’s ever wanted, a devastating earthquake has torn across San Francisco and she awakes to discover the father of her baby is missing.

With the city in flames, Templeton’s daddy leaves Philadelphia and sets out in search of his son-in-law. He’s too old for such a trip and ill-equipped for the challenges he will encounter, but he’s the only hope of saving his daughter’s happiness.
Lines of communication are down and the city in shambles, so the only thing Templeton can do is pray she doesn’t lose both her daddy and her husband.

And my review:

The Fault Between Us by Bette Lee Crosby
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I’ve read a few of Bette Lee Crosby’s books, since discovering her by a Facebook group, and I was honoured to be asked to read her soon to be released book, The Fault Between Us, as an advanced reader.
The book centres around Templeton, a young woman in Philadelphia, with hopes and dreams. Unmarried, still, at an age where most women were settled, she wants to make a name for herself in fashion and design.
Despite her parents’ anguish at their unmarried younger daughter, she forges on with her dreams and is celebrating successes, when she meets a man, John Morehouse, by chance, on a tram journey.
Love often finds you in totally unexpected circumstances, and this is one of them.
Her parents show reluctance to let their girl go, however, Templeton and John marry, and move across the country, three thousand miles away, to San Francisco.
Here, the story builds upon her settling into life as a married woman, but also pursuing her dreams in a different location.
The time-worn worry of whether to be a career woman or a mother plays its part in the story, here.
A natural disaster threatens to rip their lives apart, and this is where the story really comes to life, and the choices made affect their lives forever.
The era in which the story is set was a time when it was frowned upon for a woman to put work before family. Then, there wasn’t the confidence that she could do both.
I loved Templeton’s drive. She’s passionate about what she loves, be it her work, or her family. The way she is torn between the two, and feeling that she might not be able to have either, pulled at my heartstrings.
But thankfully she found a partner who, after initial misgivings, was able to accept and support his wife.
I felt, keenly, for Templeton’s parents, throughout the story. It highlights the fact that no matter what their age, we parents will never truly stop worrying about our children.
A heartwarming read.

Out 11th November, 2021

About Bette Lee Crosby

Bette Lee Crosby

USA Today Bestselling and Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby’s books are “Well-crafted storytelling populated by memorable characters caught up in equally memorable circumstances.” – Midwest Book Review

The Seattle Post Intelligencer says Crosby’s writing is, “A quirky mix of Southern flair, serious thoughts about important things in life and madcap adventures.”

Samantha from Reader’s Favorite raves, “Crosby writes the type of book you can’t stop thinking about long after you put it down.”

“Storytelling is in my blood,” Crosby laughingly admits, “My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write.”

It is the wit and wisdom of that Southern Mama Crosby brings to her works of fiction; the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away. Her work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. She has since gone on to win twenty awards for her work; these include: The Royal Palm Literary Award, the FPA President’s Book Award Gold Medal, Reader’s Favorite Award Gold Medal, and the Reviewer’s Choice Award.

Chai And A Chat #156 #ChaiAndAChat

Hello there, Peeps! Time has just flown by, yet I don’t feel like I have achieved that much, all!

So, got your drink ready? We had a busy one!

  • If we were having chai I’d tell you that school feels all encompassing, to be honest. Monday, we had an educational phychologist in, most of the day, to observe one of my SEND pupils, then one didn’t come on Tuesday, and I found out that he had suffered a seizure – out of the blue. His parents are distraught, so working on supporting them, as well as their child. On Wednesday, we had what is called a Lockdown Practice, which is an ‘evacuation’, but not. Rather like a fire drill, this one is a procedure we have to be prepared for, too, in case of an intruder in the school. We had to make sure all classrooms were darkend, screens off, kids down on the ground. Not an easy thing do do with children ranging from 3-5, as I am sure you can imagine. We made it into a game, with me, Mrs Bhathal, judging who was was quietest class! They were prilliant, I have to say, even the SEND children who were in. And the Nursery, well, they were fantastic, hiding in the toilets! Thursday and Friday whizzed by. I feel like I still have so much to do, but I am not letting it get on top of me…
  • If we were having chai I’d say that Friday evening was fun, but anogther load of rushing around for me. So Lil Man had his second awards ceremony, and Lil Princess and I had our date night. We were going to Bluewater for dinner – a bit of girlie time. We also arranged to meet another friend, and her two daughters, who are good friends of Lil Princess, too. All well and good, but I had to rush home after picking her up, get changed, and drive back to the in-laws, with Hubby Dearest, to drop him off, so he could attend the awards, have a drink, and not worry about his car. Then we went to Bluewater, had a wonderful evening, even though there was traffic getting there, and then, drive back to Gravesend to wait for the other two to finish up their evening, before the final leg of the journey, home!
  • If we were having chai I’d mention that I was shattered, come Saturday, and after shopping and lunch, I was going to snooze with my TV on, but I realised that I had two bedside drawer cabinets to make up. So, as Hubby Dearest and Lil MAn heaaded off out to watch Venom, Lil Princess and I stayed in. She was feeling full of cold, and snuggled up in her bed, and I spent four hours fixing the things together, with Sonu Singh popping in and out to inspect my work!
  • If we were having chai I’d say that Sunday had a chilly start to the day, but I still had things to do. The house still needed cleaning, and I had a mountain of ironing to tackle, as well as finish the book I had been reading for almost two weeks. That is unheard of for me, but to be honest, I have also been bingewatching certain series, and last week, it was The Squid Games… this week, I started You, from the beginning, as I hadn’t watched it before… Managed the book, and the ironing… and the house, I promise!

This week, we have our Harvest Festival, of sorts, Individual student photos, and generally, crawling to the end of the first term of the year, and it has been a long one! I can’t wait for Friday to come by!

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