#SoCS May 30/2020 – Spay Splay Spray

Linda’s #SoCS prompt, this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spay/splay/spray.” Use one, use two, use ’em all, it’s up to you. Have fun!

Yout hips move with a sway
Blonde hair hardened with spray
Red lips pout in that way
You beckon to me, legs a-splay
'You fancy a roll in the hay?
I've a partner, thank you, no way!
Their instructions I have to obey
Off on my errands,' I say
'A kitten, that we need to spay
The vet's waiting for me to pay'
I doff my hat, 'good day!"
Poor thing, she wouln't know I was gay

Ritu 2020

Dear God, Linda, where do you make my brain go!?!

#SoCS May 23/2020 – Cheyynah

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ch.” Find a word that starts with “ch” and use it as your prompt word. Bonus points if you start your post with that word. Enjoy!


Go on, say it.

Can you actually say it without morphing into a grotesque version of Donald Trump – ‘Cheyynah’?

I know I can’t.

Chinese food.

I miss a good old Chinese takeaway, but since this virus spread, here in this area, we have no places open, even for delivery, because the owners were subjected to such abuse. And one had even put a note up to say that she was born and bred here in the UK, had never been to China, and bought all her ingredients at local wholesalers, but still, her business got grief.

That really makes me sad. Some people are childish.

#SoCS May 16/2020 – Want

Linds’s #SoCS prompt today:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “want.” Make the word “want” the first, second, or third word of your post. Have fun!

What I want (there you go, third word!) is to know what is going on.

Actually, it is probably what everyone wants to know.

Into week eight of Lockdown, and though the government are trying to show that the end may be in sight, we, as a people, are left with a huge dose of doubt.

I’m sitting here, not really knowing what is going to happen, come this magic date of June 1st, when apparently the government thinks it will be safe to bring children back to certain classes in school.

So safe that we have to split the class.

Possibly split it again.

And not talk to the majority of my own babies who will be trying to come in.

No hugs.

No consolation hugs for the little 4 and 5 year olds who will probably be quite distressed to come back in to aa very different school scenario.

And quite possibly, not even with the teacher they are used to having.

Hell, yeah, I want to know what is going on.

Okay, enough of that virus talk, something else I want, is for my creativity to come back, properly, and my energy, and I want the phantom pains to disappear too!

Not asking for too much, am I?

#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?

#SoCS April 18/2020

Linda’s #SoCS prompt, this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

There was a young singer named Jay
Who practiced every damn day
He thought he sang sweetly
Songs murdered completely
Friends were just to polite too say

Ritu 2020

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