Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 271 – VE Day 75th Anniverary

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“Never give up, never despair.”

Queen Elizabeth II

In case it missed your spot in the world, we were celebrating the 75th anniversary of VE Day, here in the UK, in the midst of lockdown.

VE Day – Victory in Europe Day. The day Europe officially won the war against Hitler and the Nazi regime. Of course, it went on in certain places a little longer, and declaring a win didn’t automatically mean that all the soldiers were miraculously back at home, homes weren’t suddenly rebuilt, the world wasn’t back to normal, by any means.

But it was a momentous day because hope was restored. It wouldn’t be long before the troops came back. Lives could be rebuilt and slowly, normality would resume.

It was going to be aa huge thing here, pre-Lockdown.

Our usual May Day bank holiday was even changed from a Monday to Friday as it fell on the 8th May, which was the exact date the anniversary would be.

The plan was for huge street parties to mirror the celebrations that took place three quarters of a century ago. Bunting, flags, decorations. Music, food and drink. A real sense of community spirit.

But then Lockdown happened.

The whole huge event was going to be a muted affair.

But how can you let it go, unmarked?

At school, on my teaching day, we talked about VE Day and its meaning. We watched a video, made bunting and even a bunker out of huge cardboard boxes, because that’s what the kids wanted to do.

And an invitation was popped into our letterbox for a socially distanced street party too!

So we baked and dressed in red, white and blue. Quick home made patriotic decorations were hung from windows and doors.

And it was lovely to see the community coming together.

We stayed, the kids and I for a short while, seated at a safe distance from others, but able to talk a little.

The children blossomed at the chance to see other faces, and chat to friends they were unable to see usually, from a distance, of course.

We left before things started to get a little crowded. As the drink flowed, I’m sure the urge to break social distancing rules would win against staying safe.

So we came home to do some mindful colouring in the garden instead!

So… tell me, did you celebrate VE Day? What did you do?

#SoCS May 9/2020 – Cave

Linda’s SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cave.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Enjoy!

When the word cave in mentioned, the first thing that comes to my mind is ‘Man-cave‘. And then swiftly after, the thought, why not ‘Wo-man-cave‘?

Why was it assumed that only men needed that cave, that place to retire to, away from the family, to aa cocoon of peace, when, more often than not, he’d been at work all day, while the woman of the house cooked, cleaned and was the one who took most of the burden of childcare on her shoulders?

Surely, it would have made more sense for him to take over the demands of the kids, so she could disappear to a space made just for her, filled with whatever she needed, to relax, be it a reading room, crafting room, or a room with a hot tub and gin serving bar!

One of my colleagues has just created her own, after her growm children finally moved out. She’s a crafter and it is a full-on craft cave, with shelves and little drawers filled with her tools, materials, and fastenings, wools and threads, and all manner of bits and pieces than come in rather handy for us at school.

I’d love a wo-man-cave.

It would be many things: my reading nook, filled with book shelves, and a comfy place to sit and read, by a large window; my writing space, with a large desk, and all the tools I needed to have near me, to hand; a small corner of the room would be devoted to my crafting materials too.

A discreet sound system would allow me to stream gentle music if I wanted, and there may just be a shelf with a kettle and my favourite teabags. Of course I would need milk too, so a little fridge, just big enough for a small carton of milk, and maybe some cans of premixed pink gin drink…

I have been drooling over images of different ones on Google… Apparently they are known sa She-Sheds!

We are looking at moving to our forever home… If I start the pressure now, maybe Hubby Dearest will cave, and instead of a games room, my wo-man-cave will become a reality, instead…

Okay, can you all just leave me to dream now?

My Interview with Ritu Bhathal, author of “Marriage Unarranged” – #authorinterview | Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

Not content with visiting Marje, I also popped over to Dorinda’s, today!

Don’t worry, it was an extremely socially distanced affair, I promise!

But a lovely chat, nonetheless!

Source: My Interview with Ritu Bhathal, author of “Marriage Unarranged” – #authorinterview | Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

May 7: Flash Fiction Challenge

Charli’s Carrot Ranch fiction prompt, this week:

May 7, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to nourish. The characters can nourish or be nourished. What else can be nourished? A tree? A setting? Does the sunset nourish the soul? Go where the prompt leads!

Solo Nourishment

Mae gently emptied the last of the water from her watering can into the flowerbed.

The roses were doing rather well, all things considered.

All around her, news filtered in of the deaths of people around the world, and even some friends.

It had been tough.

Her usual routine of seeing her grandchildren at the end of each school day, with her feeding them nourishing snacks, and sometimes dinner, if her daughter was running late, was gone.

They couldn’t meet one another.

A video call sufficed, and the odd drive-by wave.

At least she could still nourish her garden.

Causeway #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

As
Far as
The eye can
See, water stretches
The ends of the earth
But what follows?
Gentle curve
Or a
Drop?

Ritu 2020
Inspired by the photo, but also a short piece of fiction read on Hugh's blog today!
#writephoto

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