#SoCS Dec. 1/18 – Ma

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ma.” Use it as a word or find a word with “ma” in it. Bonus points if you start your post with that word. Enjoy!

Maybe I’m a cheatin’, but I am writing this on Friday evening, scheduling it for the morning, as I am off out out!

My mamma friends (The Tootie Frooties) and I are off for our Christ-Mates meal tonight, and though I shan’t be hung over, I am pretty sure I won’t be thinking of posting as soon as I get up!

So, it’s a short and sweet one this time!

Have a great Saturday! 

#SoCS November 17/18 – Roll/Role

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “roll/role.” Use one, use both, it’s entirely up to you. Enjoy!

I love a bread roll.

A beautiful crusty fresh baked roll is the best, slathered with butter and jam… mmmmm!

Gong back to general bread rolls though…

You might not call it a roll. Here in the UK there are so many different names:

  • Barm
  • Bap
  • Roll
  • Cob

Those are the ones I know, anyway, but check this infographic out…

Image result for roll barm bap

From Google

Fascinating, isn’t it? And rather crazy!

Shows the important role bread plays in our life here!

Catch ya later Peeps! Happy Saturday!


#SoCS November 10/18 – Mean(s)

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mean(s).” Use it with or without the “s,” any way you’d like. Have fun!

In my job, it is an essential skill to be able to work out exactly what a child means.

At three or four, or even five, some children are just not that articulate.

(Please don’t get me started on the whole ‘technology’ debate… devices may be great, but they are the sole reason why children can’t actually socialise face to face, or even draw decent pictures, and write decipherable words… swipe? just sayin’)

Be it English is not their first language, or they have speech issues, or more generally, they are used to dumbed down vocabulary, they cannot always verbalise what they mean.

Questioning is a skill we really have to hone. From working out what they are trying to say, to recognising the object they have drawn, it’s only by our talk that we sometimes get to the bottom of it.

Believe me, I have seen some strange things in the past, as well as heard some weird things, which translate to normality, but what you first hear/see… OMG!

I loved a child telling he his dad was getting an electric chair for Christmas ( a gaming chair!), reading a sentence telling me the child “loved to taste cock” (Coke!), and that they enjoyed riding a dick (bike!)… and don’t get me started on the phallic drawings, scribbles and randoms, that I have to translate!

And all this has to be done with positivity. We don’t want a child to lose confidence if we just say “What on earth is that?” or “What did you say?”

Recently I noticed a poster in school, and to be honest, I want it in the nursery – it encapsulates what our reactions are to a lot of things the kids draw…

Perfect, isn’t it? You know what I mean?

Catch ya later Peeps! Happy Saturday!


#SoCS November 3/18 – Point

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “point.” Open a book on your lap, close your eyes, and put your finger on the page. Whatever you land on, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a sentence, write about it. Enjoy!

Book – Fresh Off The Boat by Eddie Huang

Word pointed at – Money

Oh, this makes me think back a couple of weeks to a story I touched upon in one of my Chai and a Chat posts…

A little while back, I was perusing my bank statement online, as you do, lamenting on the lack of money in my account.

I noticed an entry signalling a top up on my son’s mobile account for £15.

Fair enough, I usually do that every couple of months.

Then I noticed the entry below, for the date previous to the first. This time for £35.


Scrolling down, I realised that a total of £125 had been taken from my account over five weeks!


I had been wondering why my account seemed a little lighter than it usually did…

After blowing a gasket at him, (fully entitled to, I was) and hearing his answer, I realised that kids nowadays, especially those in middle and upper-class families really have no idea of the value of money.

He just saw a button on his app that said Top Up. So he clicked it, and it worked. So he did it again. And again. And again…

“I’m sorry, mummy, I just thought the money was there for me and I just had to press the button to get more credit!”

“No son, top up means something is empty, and you have to fill it up again! Where did you think the money came from?”

Of course, I’m made of money, aren’t I? Especially on a teachers salary!

Online payments, bank cards, touch and pay cards, they are all so convenient, but they also make you forget that you actually need money in the accounts before spending.

I think my generation may be one of the last to really understand cash. We used it a lot. We held it. We may have been paid it.

But now it’s all electronic, its value isn’t really concrete anymore. It’s just a vague idea. Because all you have to do is tap a button and things arrive. From shopping to food to a film, it’s all available to purchase.

One time, when he was a mere tot, he was obsessed, and I mean really obsessed, with Spiderman. He would spend ages playing with figures and watching videos online. He would browse all sorts. It was only when I received a notification from Ebay that I had successfully bid £250 for a lifesize bust sculpture of dear old Spidey, and I was required to pay it, did I realise that my account had been left logged in on my iPad!

Thankfully the seller saw the funny side and reversed the sale!

Money… Can’t live with it, can’t live without it!

Catch ya later Peeps! Happy Saturday!


#SoCS October 27/18 – Bone

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

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

Have you ever played the trombone?

Or have you ever really wanted to learn to play an instrument growing up?


When I was younger, there was always that musical inclination. I was blessed to have been sent to a wonderful private school where tuition for pretty much any instrument you wanted could be arranged.

My parents enquired about me learning the piano when I was a mere 4-year-old tot, but at that time they were told my fingers were too small to be able to play (funny, when you see the teeny musical prodigies on the internet nowadays, some are barely out of nappies!)

Having been told that was not possible, I tried a couple of others. I took recorder lessons, and even though I never took any exams, I enjoyed it, and I still have my original recorder with me, over thirty years later! I can still play a mean Polly Wolly Doodle too!

Then I attempted the guitar. Acoustic, it was, and though I wish I had been able to stick it out – quite fancied being the one at uni who could pull out her instrument (guitar, I mean – naughty!) and strum a tune, singing along melodically… but it wasn’t to be. The teacher, Mr Mason – I’ll never forget him – was rather strict, and I recall him sitting there with a pack of fruit Polos ever lesson. He would listen to me playing my practised tunes, all the while sticking the end of a pencil into the hole of the Polos and hooking one and popping it into his mouth. Then, if you had missed a note, or played incorrectly he’d use the end of that same pencil to rap your knuckles!

I told Pops and Mum that I couldn’t go on, and so the note was sent – my term’s notice had been given. My friend was in the same situation too. We dreaded our lessons, but knowing there were just a few weeks left made them more bearable. Then one day we went in and found a different Mr Mason sat there. A rather dapper young man who coincidentally had the same name as his predecessor. He was rather dishy, in our 10-year-old eyes, but the lessons weren’t meant to be.

My guitar sat there, gathering dust. And it also followed me to my marital home, along with the recorder.

At sixth form, I was firm in my decision to become a teacher and it was suggested that I try and learn a little piano as musical skills were always sought after in a teacher. The lady who was my tutor was astounded that I had been put off at a young age, and she tried to teach the 16-year-old Ritu, who was less sponge-like than the 4-year-old Ritu would have been like. I picked up a few things, but a few months of lessons weren’t going to make me a maestro.

This instrument also followed me to my now home, but not a full-sized piano. I had a large keyboard.

The kids love that there are so many instruments in our house. Lil Man is a dab hand at playing the Dhol drum, being self-taught to a degree, then taking lessons. Lil Princess is great at picking tunes out on the keyboard, and she is actually quite good at the ukelele!

And me? Well, I can sing, at least, and dream of a version of me that may have been one of those amazing pianists, tinkling the ebony and ivory keys for the listening pleasure of others!

Ivory – now, is that tooth or bone?


And two Haiku penned a couple of years ago, dedicated to my musical journey!

Loved my recorder
Even though I couldn’t play
Very well at all!


Stood in  a corner
My guitar gently weeps
Not played anymore

Ritu 2016

Catch ya later Peeps! Happy Saturday!


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