Chai And A Chat #89 #ChaiAndAChat #CoronaDiaries Week 13

Hello, my dear Peeps!

Week thirteen… lucky for some, they say.

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  • Monday loomed ahead of me, last week. Back in school FULL TIME! I was looking forward to it, but dreading it as well. And…
  • It wasn’t that bad! I had a third of my children back. They have all grown so much, and though I was exopecting some emotional outbursts, the little lovelies settled right back in. We have a different TA in our class, but she is someone who is familiar. The difference was we have another teacher in, in the afternoon, so my lead and I have time to get set for September, with class lists, different policies etc. and planning and preparation for this class.
  • I reckon about an hour of the day is taken up with lining up ad hand washing. Some children are positiely surgical about it. Some a bit slapdash, but we send them back!
  • The children are dealing with a change in timetable, and a change in what they are allowed to use in the classroom. I am sure they find that rather strange, seeing as they had more or less free rein in the room, before. But, I am getting more one to one time with them, so that is wonderful. I can really see which children are flourishing, and which ones have stepped back, so need the extra support. It does make me wonder what sort of catch up we will have to do with the rest of the class coming back.
  • The world is strange, having to be in a bubble. But we are adapting, slowly.
  • Being back at school has knocked me for six, though, I tell you. I haave been exhausted, falling asleep early, most nights, apart from the first, where I was overtired, and ended up awake until 2am. That meant a zombiefied Ritu on Tuesday!
  • In other news, an update on our feline child, Sonu Singh. I think he may be broken… either that, or he’s too plump for the box, choosing to lay on the flap instead!
  • It was Father’s Day on Sunday which was lovely. After Hubby Dearest had his lie in, we got ready and went for a socially distanced lunch with the in-laws then chilled together at home. I spoke at lenght to Pops too, and only wished I could be there to see him, and get one of his legendary hugs. The present I got for him still hasn’t arrived and this is really frustrating me, but it will arrive soon enough.
  • I was also blessed with this comment on Instagram, this week. Fancy being someone’s favourite read! And another reader told me they were about to reread it! I feel on cloud nine. Now, someone give me time to write book two, please! If you want to have a read, click here.

This week, as well as being back at school, I have a meeting to discuss the plans for next academic year, with regards to what I will be doing. Will I be in the same year group? A different one? Who knows?

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Happy Fictional Father’s Day! – Ritu Bhathal

Pop over to my author website to read about some of my fictional fathers!

As writers, we create characters. And for the most part, those characters are human. They have families too. Today, I want to celebrate the fathers that I have shaped, within my writing. When I beg…

Source: Happy Fictional Father’s Day! – Ritu Bhathal

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 277 – Father’s Day

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“Some people don’t believe in heroes, but they haven’t met my dad.”

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Thank you, Spidey for that great quote!

It’s father’s day, and the day wouldn’t be complete without me paying tribute to the great fathers in my life.

I have my Pops. He is truly the greatest father a girl could have. Pops has been there, a constant support and mentor, my whole life.

Pops isn’t a reader, but he’s even reading my book at the moment. He takes it page by page, but still, for a man who doesn’t do books, he’s determined to read a 378 page tome by his daughter!

I love my Pops. the best dad – Ever.

Then there is my husband, father to my children. You know, they say a father is a girl’s first love, and her choice will be influenced by that first love. I have to agree. Though they don’t share physical features, Pops and Hubby Dearest’s thinking, generosity and support are the same. Hubby Dearest is the most wonderful father to our kids. There is nothing he won’t do for them.

My Father-in-Law – I have to thank him for giving me my husband, and being a great granddad to our kids.

Happy Father’s Day to these three special dudes in my life, and to all the wonderful daddies out there!

So… tell me, what are you doing to make Father’s Day special?

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps  And enjoy your week! ❤

#SoCS June 20/2020

Linda’s #SoCS prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “zz.” Find a word with double-z in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!

Do you like a glass of fizz?
Does it get you all awhizz?
Or give you a gentle buzz?
Leave memories afuzz?

Do you wake with eyes all blurry?
Tongue feeling rather furry?
Wishing you hadn't had that curry?
Need the toilet! Quick! Go! Hurry!

Or, morning after, are you chipper
Because Prosecco is far hipper?
You're not a glugger, more a sipper
Last night - What a ripper!

Ritu 2020

Poetic nonsense by Ritu!

June 18: Flash Fiction Challenge – Perfect

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Prompt:

June 18, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes good vibrations. What is unfolding? Is someone giving off or receiving the feeling? Where is the story situated? Gather some good vibes and go where the prompt leads!

Perfect

Pete took a few steps onto the pathway leading up to the house.

After seeing numerous houses, he was hoping that this would be The One.

Positive energy radiated off the property.

He glanced over at his wife, Nina, noticing a glimmer of a smile curling her full lips upwards.

She could feel it too.

Taking her hand in his, they stepped up to the door, lifting the brass knocker.

Nina winced, suddenly, and pulled his hand to her swollen belly.

A kick reverberated against the palm of his hand.

Looks like Junior was feeling the good vibrations, too.

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