#SoCS August 17/19 – Co

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “co-” Find a word that uses “co” as a prefix and use it in your post. Have fun!

I’m tired.

You’d think, with a 4.5 week vacation, I’d be anything but tired.

Well, the first week, or so, I was in school setting up my new classroom.

The following two weeks, I managed to avoid going into school, even though I wanted to pop in on several occasion to just check things were okay!

So, instead, I started my edit, with gusto!

And in 2 weeks, I had completed the main restructuring and tweaking of my book.

That was a long time looking at a screen though.

My eyes suffered, my head suffered, and even my poor screen suffered. It has developed a flicker, rather like a nervous twitch, that starts up after a few hours of me using it.

And the mental exhaustion has kicked in.

I’ve sent the MS to a few readers, three known, trusted readers, and two who are writers I have met via a FaceBook group I am an active member of.

So for the next few days, I shall be operating on auto-pilot. Actually, it might be a good time for Hubby Dearest to rise from the Hurt Foot Brigade, and co-pilot for a while, so I can rest up a bit, while he deals with the kids demands!

(Who am I kidding? Firstly, I am too much of a control freak to totally let go. He’s there. He does plenty. It’s just not how I want things done, so I do them again, anyway! And secondly, even if I did, I’d end up implementing more changes to the MS as suggested by the readers, because I CAN’T SWITCH off!!!)

#SoCS August 10/19 – Where

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Start your post with the word “where” and write whatever comes to you. Bonus points if you end your post with “where” too. Enjoy!

Where do you think I am, right now?

Actually, if you are a regular reader, you might just remember me mentioning it in my Chai catch up on Monday. (Don’t cheat and find the post – I’m just about to tell you…)

I am in Birmingham for the weekend. (As in the real Birmingham, not the one named after our original Brum in 1871!)

Birmingham is my home town. It’s where I was born. And when I die, there will be a plaque, somewhere here saying “Birthplace of famous writer, Ritu Bhathal (nee Padhaal)”

What?

I can dream, can’t I?

Where was I?

Oh yes, I’m back home, spending a couple of nights with my Pops, kids in tow, before he ventures out to Finland, to join my mum, and his wife, who has been gallivanting helping to look after the grandchildren out there.

No matter where I live, I have to say, Birmingham will always be home to me.

Home
A place
Where I fit
A place where I
Feel comfortable
Always an open door
Where all is familiar
No matter what the address is
You see, my true home will always be
The place where I find my Pops and my Mum

Ritu 2019

Yes, my marital home is home too. But it’s a different kind of home and comfort. Another home filled with love.

But my childhood home was filled with so many precious memories, that if you want me to be honest about where I call my home… thats’s where

#SoCS August 3/19 – Astronomical

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “astronomical.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!

Well this totally suits my mood right now, as I have just been preparing Lil Princess for her start to secondary school.

Uniform buying is not cheap!

She doesn’t need to buy specific trousers/skirts etc, but the blouses have to be specific, from one shop in our area (Red and white stripes. Not attractive, but not as bad as my burgundy and pink ensemble from my school days!) We visited the shop today, having already ordered the basic stuff from a cheaper source. £23 pounds for two shirts.

£23!!!!

And I need to get another set yet too as two shirts won’t be enough.

Blazer bought too.

So far I think we have spent around £180 on her uniform, a bit of his and stationery.

Then it is shoe and school bag shopping time… Oh Jeez, let the fun begin!

It inspired an acrostic poem!

Astronomical
Secondary school uniform prices
Truly test a parents wallet
Ridiculous price tags
On everything from shoes to shirts
Nothing less than a tenner
Only the tie
Most has to be bought from specific shops
Impossible to save
Can't cheat and go to Asda
And she's only going to grow
Lordy! Let the spending begin!

#SoCS July 27/19 – Dirty/Clean

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clean/dirty.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

Dirty is exactly how I felt today.

If you aren’t in the UK, we are in the midst of a mini heatwave. The temperatures have hit over 100°F/38°C in some places and we have been sweltering.

I know there are pther places who regularly deal with heat that is over 40°C. In fact my brother sent a photo today showing that where they are in Finland at the moment had a temperature of 48.1°C!

OMG!!! I’d die!

Anyway, here in the UK we are ill prepared for weather that is heatwave worthy. The houses and places of work aren’t generally equipped with air conditioning, and fans – well we all know how much help they are in the heat… pushing hot air around, rather than cooling you down.

The heat itself is just different. The humidity is high and that is what makes it uncomfortable. Days you spend perspiring (not gently, at all) and nights you spend tossing and turning, frantic to find a cool spot on your sheets.

Thursday was my last day at school, and it was the official hottest day of the summer so far. Great day to have all my nursery babies in, with their parents, to celebrate their progress in class this year, in a room that had a tiny fan… twice over!

I started the introductions and whatnot, and could feel rivulets of sweat rolling down the side of my face, dripping down my back, just generally everywhere. A handheld fan made no difference whatsoever. The morning session ended with us saying goodbye, and the hugs we gave the students were sticky.

Then I had a staff leavers assembly to attend. 420 kids in a hall and lots of adults… no AC. It was torture!

After that we had Lil Princess’s leaver’s assembly which was emotional, and I needed tissues for my eyes as well as for mopping my damp brow. They then went outside for photos and general hugs, but it was too hot!

As I began to melt, the children were sent in and parents waved off.

A quick lunch then I had Nursery celebration take 2 with the afternoon session. The sweating was even worse!

We ended the day with a cream tea in one of the 4 classrooms in our school that actually has AC. It was bliss!

Then back into our own rooms that were stifling.

I looked at the mirror. My hair was plastered to my head. I felt itchy. My scalp, dirty with the grime of a busy day.

All I wanted to do was get home and jump in the shower to wash my hair clean.

But I couldn’t. You see there is some crazy superstition in the Indoan culture about washing your hair on a Thursday being bad luck for your brother. Don’t ask me. I just get told these things and they stick in your head.

So I didn’t wash it.

I wasn’t about to yesterday morning either. I had a day full of heaving furtniture around in my new clasroom and I knew I would be sweating buckets again.

What’s the point?

Better I wash it and have a lovely end of day shower.

And, oh my, you should have seen the water as it rinsed off my head… YUCK!

I came out of the shower fresh as a daisy, feeling so cool and CLEAN!

For precisely one minute.

Seriously. That is how long it took for beads of sweat to start forming on my upper lip and forehead again.

What was the point???

But surely rather than hair staying dirty another day, it was better to have at least a moment of clean!

#SoCS July 20/19 – Frame

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “frame.” Use it as a noun or a verb or any way you like. Have fun.

Feeling 
Romantic
All
Memories
Enclosed

Ritu 2019

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