#SoCS Nov. 18/17 – Psst!

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “psst, or any other attention-getting noise or word.” Find a word or noise that you’d use to get someone’s attention, and start your post off with it. Enjoy!

 

 

Ahem… Cough, cough… Are you listening?

I feel I need to be a little honest here…

I’ve been a bad girl.

Well, okay, not like law-breaking awful, but still, I have been naughty.

You know I spent all that time posting all that yummy healthy food, and my weight loss journey?

I’ve only gone and fallen off the wagon!

Okay, so it’s not as bad as it could have been… but ever since Easter (wow that is a while back!) I have been struggling with my willpower. Too many chocolate eggs around didn’t help… and I found myself craving the things I shouldn’t have.

If I wanted something, one wasn’t enough, I needed two. But I managed to control myself for a while longer.

But…

Since the summer holidays, OMG, I can’t stop eating!

I try so hard to be good. And I am. During the day.

But once the evening hits, I am unable to stop myself from pigging out on the stupidest of things!

As a result, I am now at the stage where I need to lose half a stone, or seven lbs to make me feel better about myself again!

Eeeeek!

But, since it’s anniversary weekend, don’t expect me to start this weekend!

Maybe I’ll be part way there by Christmas…

Now, let me get back to my chocolate fruit!

#WritePhoto – Haven

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken!

“Red sky at night, shepherds delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherds warning. That’s what my dad always used to say,” Ken pondered. “It’s 4.30 pm now. What does it mean in the afternoon?”
“Why don’t you go and ask a shepherd, babe? I don’t know!” Barbie lifted her eyebrows and glanced over at her boyfriend, before lowering her gaze to her nails, which she had been filing with great care.
“But babe, it’s not Christmas yet. And you know the shepherds only come out then, for the nativity!”

#writephoto

#SoCS Nov. 11/17 – Arm

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “arm.” Use it as a word or find a word with “arm” in it. Have fun!

” ‘Armless fun, that’s all it was, honest Guv!”

Pete sunk onto the curb as the policeman stood there, staring down at him, a look of pure disgust spreading across his face.

His colleague was scribbling notes into his little pad of paper, whilst a third officer was consoling an old gentleman.

Around their feet lay a sea of red; scattered poppies that had been sat safely in a cardboard carrier that the veteran had been holding.

He hadn’t meant to scare the living daylights out of the man. Just a few toots of his motorbike horn, and a few circuits around him, then Pete had been intending on presenting him with the roll of notes that he and his mates had collected for The Royal British Legion.

How was he to know the trauma that the old soldier had lived through?

It hadn’t occurred to him that his horn may sound a bit like a siren blaring, and the roaring of his engine like the planes circling, before releasing the bombs.

How was he to know that all those years ago, this man had only arrived home on a 48 hour pass, minutes before his house was razed to the ground, taking all he loved from him.

How  was he to know, the anguish that veteran went through, trudging through the trenches, watching his comrades fall by the wayside.

But he did know.

Pete had only recently returned from Afghanistan.

He’d seen the horrors. He’d lived though the losses too.

His only saviour was that his family had been at home waiting for him, unlike that poor man who he had scared nearly half to death.

This was not how he had wanted to celebrate Remembrance Day…

#WritePhoto – Luna

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:


I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken!

“By the light of the silvery moon…”
A tuneless voice warbled out a song at Barbie’s window.
Throwing an old slipper out she shouted “Shut up!” for good measure.
Just as she was about to close the window, she heard an “Ouch!”
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me,” came the voice of Ken. ” And that hurt!”
Barbie peered out of the window. Below her stood her long-suffering boyfriend, his younger brother’s ukelele in his hand.
“What were you doing, babe?”
” I was trying to sener- sedena- sing to you. You said you wanted a bit more romance, and I thought you’d like it…” Ken went to start strumming his instrument again.
“Stop babe! That was you singing? Oh my God, I thought it was next door’s cat again! You;’re lucky I didn’t pour water over you! Next time, just play me a song from your iPod, yeah?”

#writephoto

#WritePhoto – Eye

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:


I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken!

The boat rocked.
“Babe! My clothes are getting wet! Can you stop that stupid splashing?!” Barbie let out a huge sigh.
Ken tried to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead with the cloth his tee-shirt covering his shoulder. ” I’m trying, babe, but I gotta move this thing somehow!” He continued to row along the quiet stretch of river.
She sighed again. “And anyway, this isn’t a yacht! I was expecting a holiday on the French Riviera, with me laying on the deck of a huge boat, sunning myself as waiters brought me champagne on tap…”
“Hold on babe, you said you wanted to sun yourself on a boat, with bubbles, go swimming in the warm water – Look, the sun is out, we’re on a boat, well, in a canoe, and I got you a mini bottle of your favourite Prosecco!”
Ken looked ahead and noticed a low bridge they were approaching. “Duck!”
He bent down so they could glide under, just as Barbie sat up to look around. “Where?”
Thump – Splash!
“Babe! For God’s sake get me out of this yucky water, instead of sitting there watching me!” Barbie flailed around in the water, her head covered in weeds from the river.
“Oh! Sorry babe!” Ken leaned forward and reached an oar to her. ” I thought you’d gone for a swim… You did say you wanted to go swimming…”

#writephoto

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