Achingly Good Fun

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First real day of our holiday, and the Jimpix generator has to get in on the act!!  How do you like this selection?!

I could not find any search entries for ‘mingdom’, but the Urban Dictionary has many a definition for ‘ming’.  The meaning I attribute to it regularly (probably because I’m Scottish?) is: yucky. So, I decided that a ‘mingdom’ was like a rather disgusting kingdom for the purposes of my poem. 😉

The other word that I did not recognize in tonight’s mix was ‘wackets’.  Again, there were no proper search results, only these…which got me thinking…

Youngest picked Green Eggs and Ham to accompany The Rubabdub Mystery in the toybox for this holiday; and Eldest read it to him in the livingroom yesterday evening, while Hubby and I got a few things sorted.  We like a bit of Dr Seuss around here, and he handles words in an unconventional way – pretty damn near perfect for this mad generator and the fact we’re on our holibags, no?!


Aches  Stem  Quit  Mingdom  Levitate  Ale  Chickenpox  Wackets  Hotdog


There are aches

And sometimes pains,

That stem from too much fun and games;

If you don’t quit

You might regret it.

(Although, I wouldn’t really sweat it

Because now, when you are young,

There is not much pain in fun;

Just when you’re adult

And you’ve lost some

Of your capacity

For Mingdom)


When you no longer think dirt

Is fascinating –

THEN you’ll hurt;

If you want to levitate

Over grubby tiles

And hate

To be disturbed from your ale

To count Jim’s chickenpox,

And fail

To see the Wackets in your jackets

(Or the Zug inside your mug)


If a hotdog’s not fab food

Then (let it be understood)

Next day: you might be SORE

Or even see fun as a chore!

So don’t get uppity

Or grow fast –

Permit this ‘childish’ stuff to last!


‘Cos to creak and moan is AWFUL

(In fact, it should be made unlawful…)


HeeHee, that felt good to write 😉

The kids were a force to be reckoned with this morning, waking up around 7.30am after their late night, then careering around the house shouting their heads off.  There are lots of lovely lamps and big breakable ornaments here (not things we have out at home!) so Hubby took the boys away to look at boats around 9am, and let me get showered and figure out a few bits and bobs before our main trip of the day.

Mad about the buoy…

We decided to check out Armadale Castle, and paid our £20-odd to get us into the grounds, before rounding the corner and discovering there were signs asserting that we weren’t actually able to explore the castle due to it being unsafe.  Our boys were not too happy with that (!) but we took some photos outside it and wandered a bit.


Follow meeee, I know the way!

Eldest saw a steep path that he wanted to follow, but Youngest sensed that it may be a long walk, so asked to turn around.  Hubby elected to go to the estate’s museum with Youngest, and I embarked upon a magical mystery tour with Eldest (first swapping phones with Hubby as my photo storage was full!)

We had been given a map of the grounds for each child upon arrival, so Eldest strode ahead confidently, telling me he was sure it wasn’t a dead end.  We arrived at a gate, but it was easily negotiated, and another sign informed us that we had embarked upon the ‘Blue Trail’; which ominously continued outside the bounds of Eldest’s charted territory…

We went up a muddy path through woodland, buoyed by the promise of ‘viewpoints’.  The path levelled after a while, and Eldest was a bit disappointed because he thought he’d be getting “really high so I can see everything!” We came out in a patch where the trees had all been felled, and there was a fork in the path which made us a smidge nervous, but we went over a little bridge (and looked at the place where three sheep had suddenly shot out, much to Eldest’s amusement) and saw another post telling us we were still on the blue trail 😉

Our perseverance was rewarded with a gorgeous view a minute later.  Eldest took many photos, but this is the most flattering to both me and the scenery…the wind keeps my look interesting, don’tcha think?!

We were still off grid but trusting that the path would head us back to the castle grounds at some point.  We had been walking for a good half hour by now, and it was trying to rain on us.  We forged ahead for a while, but came out at a road that didn’t indicate where the blue trail continued, but heralded the start of the ‘Red Trail’, which that sign near the gate had warned was pretty long and uphill!! I beseeched Eldest to retrace our steps, and luckily he agreed (after asking why going the other way, with signs indicating it was a clay pigeon shooting range, probably wasn’t that clever…)

(Yes, I had to explain what clay pigeons were, and why people hate them enough to kill them).

I was painfully aware that Hubby had the ‘essentials’ rucksack (also still referred to as ‘The Change Bag’, as it has a wardrobe or two in there) so we were alone without food, water, wipes or spare socks.  Scary.

Following Eldest, back through the Fuschia.

Hubby had also phoned us with a rather distraught Youngest in the background, wanting to know what our ETA was on getting back to them.  Luckily Eldest was on a mission to return quickly, and has developed a great sense of direction.  I was impressed that he could meld talk of asteroids hitting Earth, his beloved ‘motorbike game’ and  YouTube observations with his explanations of how he knew we were taking the right paths back.  I got lots of random-onslaught cuddles too, which are always welcome!

We all drove home and had an extremely late lunch in the cottage.  The boys and Hubby then watched Federer win Wimbledon.  There was cheering.


Ooooh the serious nature of board games…

We had a kind of spaghetti bolognaise instead of chilli for our Saturday meal, me trying not to let the kids ruin the kitchen chairs with saucy goodness.  When the plates were cleared, Hubby and I taught the sproggies The Rules of Draughts.  Youngest, in particular, took it in very well. We have decided to leave the complexities of chess to another day, but the boys are already looking forward to it!

They were too tired for their chapter again tonight, but we did sing the ‘I love your eyes song’ at Youngest’s request (we substitute ‘love’ for ‘like’), before our Ten Elephant Cuddles.

It’s just occurred to me that I haven’t yet taken a photo of the brilliant colouring in Youngest did for us at the museum, so I’ll try and get that rectified tomorrow.  For now though, I’m going to sign off and go get tea and cake again.

It’s a harsh, cruel life 😉



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Hiya 🙂

Well, I must say that hubby has outdone himself by picking us a gorgeous holiday cottage to stay in this week…check out our views!

Part of boys’ bedroom view.

Our kitchen aspect!


I have wanted to come to Skye for a long time (as we don’t have to go by boat!) but I have never managed it.  Hubby decided that it was high time I got to go, so we’ve made it both our family’s Summer holiday and an early 40th celebration for me 😀

We went sideways towards the west coast faaar to soon after Perth!!

The drive here was rather long, as we inadvertently left the A9 and headed to Crieff after Perth; and I had to guide us back to Dunkeld (using the smallest roadmap we have, as we seem to have misplaced the bigger one) plus we all slept in by two hours this morning and so hit all the traffic, it was raining etc etc…but there were fascinating waterfalls (some of which came out really near the road) for many miles along the way, and all around the lochs was extremely beautiful.

Hazy sunshine through the rain – random scenic ‘loch shot’ from the car.

Our cottage is very clean and comfortable: it smells of fabric softener, fragranced hand wash and surface cleanser.  There are two big chairs and a dining table in the kitchen, and I even spied a dishwasher, which is a huge novelty for us! 

Something in the livingroom caught my menfolk’s attention straight away – there is a MASSIVE telly in one corner 😉 the first thing Eldest did was go and stretch to his full length on the couch, letting out a loooong contented sigh. 

From Textfixer

The second was to ask me to put the tennis on…

There are three bedrooms, so I have bagsied the single as my writing room, and will probably be making full use of the cottage’s Wi-Fi, tapping away on my laptop intermittently of an evening, as I gaze out at the lights playing on the water (as I am right now, in fact).

There is a wooden picnic/writing table in the front garden, a couple of sunny lawns, a patio area with a chimnea, a whirligig to dry any washing I feel like doing (!) and a bench under the kitchen window to watch the world go by from.  This may be the place I have been waiting for all my life 😀


Today’s poem did not come out with a happy vibe, however.  There were no references to the tranquillity the boats induce when I gaze at them, or how brilliant it is to watch the sun sink below the Skye Bridge.

This poem has a distinct disquiet bubbling at its core, and speaks of characters with a few…difficulties…in their shared lives.


Provider  Backbone  Biggest  Casket  Wig  Colony  Degrader  Pipe  Division


He was the provider,

The backbone of her existence

(To hear him talk)

With the biggest paypacket

Of all her friends’ men.



“But we are all worth more

In a casket”

He said –

Trying to make out

She’d rather see him there, too.


His judge’s wig

Did not sit well, however.

There was a whole colony of lies

Marching on six legs

To become the degrader

Of his reputation;

And she knew them all

But loved him anyway.


She’s the bringer of the slippers

(Just stuffs some facts

In a pipe for him now and then –

Watches him puff on them

With a twisted face)


They both know where

The division of labour really lies:

Her segment’s way past half.


I feel for this couple, I hope that they dodge the karma that seems to be sneaking up on the husband, and get their happily ever afters.


Looking back at the cottage over lobster pots at the pier

Sunset at the waterfront

I am going to leave you with these pretty pictures from a late walk, to counteract whatever bad taste the poem might have left for you. 

I am off to have cake and tea with Hubby, and ponder all the story avenues that are bursting to life in my bonce 😉 na night my lovelies!


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See You Soon…

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Hello lovely readers!

We are off to the lovely Isle of Skye today for a while 😀

The laptop and tablet are packed, along with my notebooks and coloured pens, so I shall try and stay in touch with the blog while we’re there.

The cottage is supposed to have Wi-Fi, but sometimes my lappy and the WordPress Editor do not get along…unfortunately it may be a bit quiet around here, we’ll see. 

I’ll be writing my random poems/stories all the same, and I’ll post them up as soon as I can!

Take care of yourselves, big hugs, chat soon (hopefully I’ll show off some nice relaxed pics, too!)



A Dog’s Life?

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From Textfixer

My subconscious has gone back to it’s crime (- writing) spree this evening:


Arson  Wire  Heating  Play  Milky  Felony  Dogs  Blasting  Bighead


The four years for arson


Every second

Running down the thin wire

Of his patience.


“Heating bills paid,

And the endless chances

To play cards

Over milky tea!


Maybe I’ll commit a felony


Not exactly a dog’s life!”


He considered blasting away

This poxy bighead.


(He knew some fellas

On the outside

Who’d be game).


Don’t think I’d like to meet the speaker any time soon…would YOU?!


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Well, Jimpix, we meet again *strokes her green pen while glaring at the screen*

I swear that this generator comes around faster than the others.  I always hold my breath before reading the selection!

Today I looked up four of the words…

Cotterdale’ was straightforward enough, being a place in England; and ‘goatish’ did have the connotations I thought it did – but the other two were harder to incorporate.

Having been born in Edinburgh, I always feel a bit disappointed with myself when I don’t recognise a good wee Scots word 😉 I really enjoyed the entry for ‘fleg’ from this site!

I read it to Hubby, and he remarked that it is also the word for ‘flag’ in a broad Northern Irish accent…the Urban Dictionary agreed!  (I read through all 13 entries, and it would appear there are other, less appealing uses of the word, too.  I went with the definition of to frighten like the loyal lassie I am…)

So that left ‘Ling’.

I knew it could be a girl’s name (still miss you, Ally McBeal…)

The Urban Dictionary had a few ideas.

But I went with the fishy definition 😉



Cotterdale  Goatish  Scoot  Family  Clapped  Chopping  Fleg  Wilderness  Ling


He said he was from Cotterdale –

How somewhere so beautiful

Could produce someone so goatish

Is beyond me.


I tried to scoot myself

Nearer the family

At the other end of the bar.

(I’ve not usually clapped eyes on

This kind of creep

In daylight hours)


My skin is crawling so much

I feel like chopping at it

With the lemon knife;

Attempt to give this weirdo

The fleg…


The family move on

Their chatter growing faint –

Why does the place become

A deserted wilderness

EVERY time

I need an out?!


I zone back in to what he’s saying

Trying not to boke

As the weird stringy beard

Wobbles when he talks;

Like I’m conversing

With some elevated Ling.


While I was writing the above, I was reminded of a drabble I read recently, from the wonderful blog dedicated to them.  Being a woman is so tricky: always trying to forge ahead in a fearless fashion, while also being pretty damn vulnerable.


Hope you liked the poem, let me know your thoughts in the comments please! 😉


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Hello 🙂

The first five words of this selection from the Random Word Generator site powerfully brought to mind all the focus at the moment on bed blocking and social care.  A lady in her mid-eighties immediately stood in front of me.  She looked a bit like my Great Grandmother.








See   Spirit   Frame   Harass   White   Detector   Fling   Grass  Atmosphere


One could see her spirit wane

All fire extinguished in her frame;

The nurses’ harass met with nought

When, once, white uniforms were fought.


Metal detector at the door

Became her entertainment score,

As she shuffled corridors

And sweet little kids did bore.


She used to tease about my ‘fling’

Be quick to notice everything;

At pasture’s grass, now – some ‘Old Dear’ –

Her room devoid of atmosphere.


Metal detectors are not commonplace in UK hospital entrances, but I know they are in (at least parts of ) the US, so I used a bit of poetic license there 😉

I would hate to be spending any of my twilight years stuck in a hospital when I was well enough to be back in my own space again.  It would make me feel vulnerable, useless and as if I was never going to be allowed to escape – all feelings I descend into after just a few days in the house with a virus!

Our mood can affect our health, so it can only be dangerous to make older people believe they are not required to be functional in society any more. 

I really hope the Care Quality Commission’s investigations significantly help our NHS to make some breakthroughs in this area; and start giving everyone the freedoms they deserve as soon as their health allows.


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Hello 🙂

Again we are faced with the wrong side of the law in tonight’s poem:


Superb  Excited  Mute  Charge  Coil  Join  Jobless  Cute  Labored


It was a superb idea.

I watched her: so excited

That for once

She remained mute;

Just that wide smile

With a million-volt charge.


I left the rope in its coil

As we drove to join

The jobless Mike

(And cute Miranda)

For that special dinner.


I thought about our conversation

As her breathing

Became laboured, later.


She’d worn such a beautiful necklace

It’d seemed wrong to waste it

Employing clumsy cordage.


I had, eventually, to break and bury it

Of course.

Leaving fingerprint evidence

Is never clever.


I have just started revisiting the second season of Fringe, and I think all this FBI action may be affecting my subconscious!  Next thing you know, I’ll suddenly go all out and be writing about Post Mortems, shape shifters and strange mutant creatures…so watch this space! 😉

Do you think the speaker is male or female in this poem?  What is their relationship to the victim?  Have they killed before?  Will they kill again?  Are they happy with their handiwork?  Are they murdering her out of revenge?  Is it clear who the speaker actually bumped off?!  Could it be Miranda s/he is talking about…?

I am not sure, so I’ll leave you lovely readers to speculate while I go and edit some of the many posts left in my drafts folder recently…





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Accomplice  Between  Wonder  Cobra  Twelve  Freak  Getaway  Embrace  Modern


His accomplice beckoned

To a gap between the hedges

And he watched in wonder

As her Cobra tattoo

Flashed in his torchlight;

Her nimble body

Scaling the fence beyond



Twelve months of planning

And yet he was starting to freak

Maybe he should make

His getaway now?


Was her embrace afterwards

Really worth the risk?

Should he follow this modern woman

Into prison?


I wondered about the last line, but of course there is at least one mixed prison in the UK 😉

I have no clue what they are going to steal, but I get the feeling that there are important documents in the building.  To have planned this for a year would imply that it is a kind of spy job, but the guy doesn’t really sound professional, and the woman seems pretty scantily dressed – showing too much flesh to be staying unnoticed? I’m kind of confused.

My other thought is that maybe they are animal rights activists, which would mean that they are probably at university, and he has maybe gone along with her idea because they’ve been together since first year and he is infatuated with her.  I imagine all the talk of setting animals free was kind of sexy over a few too many in the Student Union, but now seems very foolhardy?  Maybe he was drawn to her passion for animals (she has been vegetarian since high school and knows every bad ingredient that can be detected in a shampoo, etc) but didn’t give a toss about this stuff before that?!

What do you think?


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Well, the Jimpix generator outdid itself today: ‘spigging’ did not give me any exact results when I asked the mighty Google, so I had to improvise…








Suppliers  Cauldron  Spigging   Haweswater   Pallid  Song  Plonk  Barn  Fluther


I was incensed by my suppliers:

How hard was it to find me another cauldron?!


I was on that spigging phone

For over an hour.

In a secluded hollow in Haweswater

Some poor pallid pixie

Had their ears bent half off –


Just because they have whale-song

As their hold music

Doesn’t mean I’ll chill out

And not threaten to plonk their sorry botties

In my next spell!


The air around my casting barn was blue.

(And since when was a fluther

Two measly jellyfish?!)


The boys and I fell asleep on the couch earlier, so they are still awake and wanting me to read a chapter of The Rubadub Mystery and ‘cuddle-buddle’ them.  So I’d better scoot.

Hope you’ve had a lovely day, and I’ll ‘see’ you tomorrow!


[I found this as an afterthought…few roads  I could have gone down, there…]

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Reaction  Enemy  Dragon  Thinker  Commitment  Estimate  Spend  Drown


I love watching

Every reaction

As I become

Your un-enemy:

Less dragon

Than creative co-thinker.


I love your commitment:

How you estimate

Then adapt your play

When it needs tweaked –

Start a new storyline;

Introduce a new character.


I always wish I could spend

This precious time

When we habitually drown

In routines that bind.


The feeling is leaving my calf,

But our hearts are truly alive.


Eldest is very very glad to have the next 48 days to not attend school.  He has worked very hard all year, and earned a glowing report, but it is clear to all of us that he needs a rest.  (Well, as much as our whirlwind questioner ever rests!)

It has been hard seeing him flagging, but I think we are beginning to turn a corner.  We wrote our lists on Sunday, outlining all the activities we were hoping to incorporate on this holiday, as a family as well as individually.  Lovely things like beach trips and castle explorations, along with swimming and eating out, feature prominently – but both boys also insisted that ‘cuddle buddles’ be added, as well 😀

This week has been very much a ‘decompression’ week, where the weather has not been spectacular and the kids have wanted to stay close to home, so we have: pored over block-structures, explored our book collection a bit (haven’t unearthed our missing FFs, yet), written a story, drawn things, done some numberwork with playing cards, danced about like loonies, dressed up, had a fashion parade while choosing which (everyday) clothes were too small and which ones the boys liked from the next size up…etc etc.

I do love being able to ‘slow down’ and sit beside the boys, have tickling sprees, sprawl on the couch or rejoice with them when they win enough coins to acquire new wheels in the ‘motorbike game’ they can’t stop talking about 😉

The crazy cheek and nonsense will find its own level as the holidays progress, I can already see the hugs increasing and the kind deeds and words coming back between the boys.

If you have kids on their holidays, how is it all going for you, so far?


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