New #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:


“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, and I’m feeling good.” The Nina Simone lyrics played in Sophie’s head as she stared out over the cliff.

Peter looked over at her, smiled, and placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

Sophie returned the smile, snuggling into his body.

It had been a fraught two years, from the severe heart attack, through the treatment and discovery that a simple bypass wouldn’t be enough to now.

The heart they thought wouldn’t be strong enough to beat for her had finally been replaced via transplant, and she had been given a very positive prognosis for the future.

Her rock, Peter, had arranged for this recuperation break away and the idyllic setting was perfect. She had been given a new chance at life and she wasn’t going to waste it on regrets, false friends or regrets, but her mind wandered to the one person she would have loved to share her new start with.

Jill.

Her best friend since childhood. They had done everything together and would have done anything for each other.

And Jill had given the ultimate sacrifice.

A tragic car accident claimed her life, and yet, even after her death, she had thought of her friend, gifting her own heart to her.

Sophie raised an imaginary glass up to the sky, tipped it heavenwards, and whispered, “Cheers Jill. I love you.”

She squeezed Peter’s arm. “It’s getting cold. I think we should head back,” and they turned slowly, making their way back towards their lodge.

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Blade #writephoto

A month away from Sue’s #writephoto prompt. I don’t know how I managed to stop myself from participating!

But, service is more or less back to normal, and here is my take!

A little silly humour…


“I’m going to do it.”
“What?”
“I’m taking the plunge… or the cut, so to speak.”
“Speak sense, you silly man!”
“I’m getting rid of it. Every single strand. Chop. That’s it. Frizz, be gone!”
“So you’re finally cutting that mop off?”
“Yup. Ten years I’ve been cultivating this – this mess. And for what? So the students could laugh at me, and make fun of my style? Honestly, I thought I looked rather becoming…”
“Er, no dear. It was never becoming. Definitely a defining feature of yours though. I’ll be glad of the clear plughole after you’ve showered though. You never quite got the hang of cleaning the plug, did you?”
“Whatever.”
“But, erm, why do you have that old sword of yours in your hands? You weren’t thinking of using that for your chop, were you?”
“Well, yeah… It feels appropriate. It was a sacrificial sword, you know. And I feel like I’m sacrificing my hair for some respect from the pupils.”
“Yeah, well, as long as you remember that’s a plastic replica you’ve got there…”

Ritu 2019
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Sue’s Songs For The Seasonally Challenged – Santa Baby

A couple of weeks back Sue Vincent rewrote the lyrics to We Three Kings in her own festive way, and I felt compelled to sing and record it…

She’s done it again, but this time Eartha Kitt’s Santa Baby!

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If you remember a couple of years ago, I had already sung this one, the original version… you can check it out here.

And here are Sue’s amended lyrics, sung by me!

Excuse the artistic license here and there, and at the end, as there were less lyrics than music!

 
Santa baby, I’d like to have a quick word or two,
With you,
Now you’ve not much to do, Santa baby,
My Christmas stocking felt a bit light…
Santa honey, I know that you brought chocolate and cheese…
I’m pleased…
But the dog ate all these, Santa baby,
Perhaps we could redress this tonight?
Think of all the sites I’d see
If you would just deliver me an SUV…
Four wheel drive, economy…
Just park it under the cherry tree.
Oh, Santa cutie, my clutch is really on its way out,
I’ll pout,
If I can’t get about, Santa baby,
So let’s see if we can’t make it right.
Don’t expect it all for free…
I’ll even buy a ticket for the lottery…
Help me out and I’ll desist
From publishing those photos of the Mom’s you kissed!
Ho, Santa baby, I’m not sure Mrs Santa would care
To share
All that ‘mistletoe fare’, Santa baby
So hurry down my chimney tonight.


Hope you enjoy! ❤

Check out Sue’s original post here.

Clouds #writephoto

Sue’s prompt this week:

Clouds
Clearing
Sun shining
Vision crystal
The future ahead
Looks promising
Tomorrow
Will be
Great

Ritu 2018

Sue’s Songs For The Seasonally Challenged – We Feel Ill…

Sue Vincent, over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo blog is feeling ill… She has been rewriting traditional Christmas songs with her own very special lyrics, and yesterday’s offering was a verse to be sung to the tune of We Three Kings.

It resonated.

Why?

Because after not feeling too unwell so far this month, two kind children came in yesterday with the coughs and colds from Hell!!

Seriously!

And I sat in bed last night, unable to sleep as my chest congested, and today, well, my nose has been dripping like a tap that needs a washer changed!

To top it off, it was also Christmas Jumper Day for the Save the Children charity. Mine happened to have Rudolph on it, and by the end of the day, I had the red nose to match!

Anyway, back to Sue and her great words… well, yesterday, I just had to sing them as I read them, and I mentioned to Sue that I crooned away… and threatened to record the song… and she welcomed the idea (crazy woman!) so, bunged-up, and sore-throated, I sang…

And here is the result! Click the link below to hear me making a fool of myself!

https://www.smule.com/recording/christmas-songs-we-three-kings/571646742_2670604866

And the words, if you want to join in!


Dog and mistress suffering are,
Fever-ridden, stuffed with catarrh…
Snuffling, sneezing,
Coughing, wheezing,
Feeling quite under par…
Oh…ohh…
*
Chorus:
Got the lurgy, don’t feel great…
Christmas chores are running late,
Early closing?
Should be dozing!
Think that we should hibernate…
 *
Dog’s complaining ‘cause I won’t go
Out for walks in frost, fog and snow,
She is seething,
I’m not breathing…
So much for ‘ho, ho, ho’.
Oh…ohh
*
Chorus
*
In the shed the tree’s still in store,
Baubles, tinsel, angels galore,
They can stay there,
I just don’t care!
Feeling too stiff and sore…
Oh…ohh…
*
Chorus
*
Haven’t baked a cake or mince pie,
I should make the effort and try,
Guests arriving,
Feel I’m skiving,
Think I’ll curl up and cry…
Oh…ohh…
*
Chorus
*
No gifts wrapped for Santa Claus’ sleigh,
Christmas cheer? Not much here today,
Nose is glowing
And it’s snowing…
… I need a holiday…
  Oh…ohh…
*
Got the lurgy, don’t feel great…
Christmas chores are running late,
Early closing?
Should be dozing!
Think that we should hibernate…

Sue Vincent

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