Waiter

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Hi!

It was an easy set of words to write around today šŸ˜‰

As I have mentioned before, our boys love to pretend they are serving in a cafĆ©.Ā  They also love visitingĀ such establishmentsĀ in real life, especially if there is good cake on the menu!Ā  I canā€™t think where they got that trait fromā€¦

 

 

 

 

 

 

TrenchĀ  EnsureĀ  VerdictĀ  CustomerĀ  WaiterĀ  ReferenceĀ  DribbleĀ  PresenceĀ  Adventure

 

He popped up from the trench

Heā€™d constructed from cushions,

To ensure I did not forget

August last year

My promised game.

I dutifully gave my verdict

On how well the walls were holding,

Then became his first customer

As he morphed into ā€˜Waiterā€™.

 

(I am not sure who gave their reference

In support of this manā€™s prowess,

Because while I was there he fumbled fish

And went on to dribble milkā€¦)

 

In my boyā€™s delighted smile

It was plain for all to see:

My very presence lent great weight

To each role-played adventure.

 

I pictured Youngest in particular for this poem, as we were chatting about cafes at length the other day.Ā  However, Eldest is the one who is more likely to barricade himself in places with the playroom accessories!

Do you remember building things with random soft furnishings?!Ā  I had great fun with my mumā€™s giant floor cushions, and the novelty footstool thatā€™s in the shape of a tortoise šŸ˜‰

This is more ‘ramp’ than ‘barricade’, but you get the idea…

Itā€™s funny how much comes back to make you smile, when you spend time in a kidā€™s world!

 

 

 

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Periodic

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Hi

I wrote this poem earlier this afternoon.Ā 

This evening it is a week since the London terror attack, and two days since the close of the UKā€™s snap election voting window.

I was thinking about how the news has been pretty dominated by the fallout from Thursday, and put the fact that we are on high alert for another terrorist attack somewhat on the back burner.

There have been more prominent reports of where the London investigation has got to, and how Londoners are coping a week on, since I wrote the below, but it was how I felt at that moment in time.

 

GuideĀ  IgnorantĀ  DoubtfulĀ  AwfulĀ  BefittingĀ  FlagĀ  BizarreĀ  PeriodicĀ  Question

 

ā€¦An over-interviewed tour guide

Tired but earnest,

Eager to inform the ignorant

Or doubtful

That this event was indeed awfulā€¦

ā€¦Silent sweeps of skylines

With, befitting the events,

Each flag hung at half mastā€¦

 

Bizarre that these images

Have been overtaken so quickly

By our not-so-periodic

Flurry of voting

(And the DUP question)

 

Is this refusing to be cowed?

Or just herding more lumps under carpets?

 

It has been a week of extreme scrutiny for London and its people.Ā  It is lovely to see the community coming together to help one another, and keep strong.Ā  As more and more details emerge of last Saturday night, I worry for those living there in the weeks and months to come.Ā  I hope we manage to thwart any new plots against us, and give the UK a bit of breathing space while we sort ourselves out.

 

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Accountable

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Hello!

I once more came to my pen and notebook, hoping to write something about the election.Ā 

I have been watching the coverage on the BBC off and on all day.Ā  I unfortunately had to go to bed early, and not watch the election last night, due to somehow managing to pull a muscle in my left side while lowering myself to lie on the couch (?!) so Iā€™ve been hugging my hot water bottle a lot and moving gingerly!

Again, the generator listened to my subconscious, and gave me fitting words:

 

PromisedĀ  PurpleĀ  HookĀ  AccountableĀ  BelieveĀ  AfraidĀ  CarrionĀ  BrushĀ  Drugstore

 

But the promised triumph

Lay in tatters by her feet ā€“

Her pride growing purple

From his best hook.

 

Yet she still felt accountable,

Still willing to believe;

Though afraid that the carrion call

Would summon manyā€¦

 

She took a moment

To brush down her suit ā€“

Grimaced as she swallowed

A drugstore-full of bitter pills:

 

Caustic fruits of Labour.

 

I am actually very pleased with how the poem turned out šŸ˜‰

The country will take a bit of work, however!

Interesting times ahead for Britain, it would seemā€¦

 

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Frog

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Hi šŸ˜Š

Sometimes, we need a kid to show us that life is not all serious.

Youngest decided to drive that point home for me today.

So what if there are people all over the country going out and marking papers to decide who should govern the British Isles?

Hmmmm…

So what if the skies have opened, and we canā€™t get dry between school runs, and itā€™s meant to be summertime?!

There are many simple pleasures that can make us smile.Ā  We just have to take off our grown up head for a minute šŸ˜‰

 

 

 

CelestialĀ  ClassĀ  CaundleĀ  TailĀ  FrogĀ  JelliesĀ  ChestnutĀ  NastyĀ  Clipping

Celestial curls bouncing,

He rushed to the edge of the puddles;

Finally released from nursery class

(His friend fashioned a caundle from the mud)

 

I was hot on his ‘tail’ ā€“

Cautioning my little frog

Not to dirty up the pushchair later,

Or breach his boots in the depths.

 

That cruel anxiety deposited jellies

In my legs as I followed him;

Until I reminded myself

Said old chestnut needs crackedā€¦

 

So, as he moved to shallower (cleaner) splashing

My camera came out!

Why bend to nasty adulthood

When those wings need no clipping?!

 

 

I read about the meaning of ā€˜caundleā€™ here, it is thought to refer to the low hills found around Bishop/Stourton Caundle in Dorset, England.

When one drags mud with the side of a Wellie Boot, there appear similar mounds šŸ˜‰

As you can see, Youngest had a blast, and it was lovely watching him try and get the biggest leaps and splashes for my pics!Ā  Well worth the drying time for both the waterproof gear and the buggy in the end, bless him.

Well, that was lots of fun…but… “bring me suuunshine…”

 

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Result

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Hello!

I wanted to write a poem about the UKā€™s snap election, and also allude to the revelations that are coming out of America.Ā 

I was gifted with appropriate generated words, so here goes:

 

 

 

 

 

 

ToolĀ  DrainĀ  VirginĀ  DisappointmentĀ  SlantĀ  FistĀ  ResultĀ  PresidencyĀ  Customer

 

Our worries: used as a tool

To drain the colour from an opponentā€™s face.

Who shouts loudest ā€“

Has the best lines ā€“

Will win the play (and day).

Ā 

Nervous teens, poised for their virgin vote,

Already steeped in disappointment:

That adulthood

Did not mean freedom ā€“

No matter which slant one adds.

Ā 

Experienced casters, shake their fist

At the establishment;

Heckle the upstarts

(Are none too happy with any result

Others have come up with)

Ā 

And, as the world cringes

At what the ā€˜Free Worldā€™

Hails a presidency;

It would appear that not many on Thursday night

Will be a happy customer of democracyā€¦

 

It has been a crazy few months on the political front! I know which way Iā€™m voting, but I am apprehensive about how itā€™ll all turn out for the countryā€¦when did I start caring so much, anyway?!

I think Iā€™ll be watching the BBC News Channel a lot again over the next 36 hours or so šŸ˜‰ good luck, Britain!

Ā 

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Crumply

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Hi!

Today was Youngestā€™s first nursery trip.Ā  He went to a showing of Grass and, by all accounts, he loved it!

I was very relieved that one of my mum pals went with the group.Ā  I had really fought with myself about going, but had decided against it because I knew that Youngest would enjoy the experience all the more for me not being there (the adventure, and the storytelling possibilities).Ā  He rarely spends extended time away from his parents!

My mum friend was brilliant and kept me informed of what Youngest and her daughter were up to at different points in the day.Ā  Unfortunately pictures were not allowed to be taken, but the descriptions were lovely šŸ˜‰

See ya later, dawg!

I had waited about for a good half hour in the playground to wave him off on the coach; and Youngestā€™s wee excited face was gorgeous to see. I snapped a few pics of him flashing me the ā€˜I love youā€™ sign through the window, and grinning away with my palā€™s daughter. I do admit to some worried tears last night (and to dampening his sleepy bonce a bit as he cuddled into me this morning) but I also knew heā€™d be mostly sensible and back in one piece soon enough.Ā  Which he was.

I love oo, Daddy!

I did take lots of pictures of him cuddling us this morning, all the same (the ones of me and him have naked breasts in them, so Iā€™ve spared you.Ā  Extended breastfeeding pics donā€™t appeal to everyoneā€¦)

Hubby was working from home today, so he took me down in the car for 2.30pm pick up. Youngest gleefully relayed to both of us, over a snack, how there were butterflies and worms in the performance, and how I would probably not have liked the spider in it!

After Eldest got home and they had watched the tablet a bit together, Youngest came and had a nice snuggly nap on me, which I think he was really needing after all the excitement.Ā  Apparently most of the other kids snoozed on the bus on the way home!

I am glad I let him go, but even more thankful he is tucked up in bed safely now – Ā and has a whole year to wait til the next oneā€¦ šŸ˜‰

Todayā€™s poem has nothing to do with todayā€™s events, but thatā€™s the way it goes, sometimes!

 

CrumplyĀ  GluttonousĀ  AxeĀ  HeavenĀ  AtonementĀ  TimeĀ  AbsurdĀ  DeepĀ  Powder

She was sat there,

Her clothes all crumply

Her ā€˜gluttonousā€™ ways evident

From the wrappers adorning

The table in front of her.

 

A caption below it read:

ā€œMe, before I decided to axe

All unhealthy crap from my life!

What a GOD-AWFUL mess!!ā€

 

I doubt that he in heaven

Thought her ā€˜awfulā€™ then ā€“

I doubt he thought

A sharp implement was warranted

To facilitate some atonementā€¦

 

He probably is happy

That she makes time for herself now

(But mourns this absurd bashing

Of her former self)

 

These shells we walk in

Provide such deep-seated insecurity

When, in fact,

They were given to protect.

 

By all means take care of yours

(Cake it in coloured powder, too,

If you wish)

But remember: whom it contains

Is the key.

 

Interestingly, when I looked up the link for the performance Youngest went to see, I was assaulted by an advert for a BMI calculator.Ā  Itā€™s insidious!

I hope you have learned to love your body over the years?Ā  I remember having the kids and being so in awe of what my body had sustained and produced, and feeling very powerful (while simultaneously exhausted, of course!).Ā  I crafted every patch of my beautiful boys, and thatā€™s pretty fabulous šŸ˜‰

 

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