Lake Heaven Pt. 1

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Hello!

The lovely Sandy gave me this Pixabay picture to inspire my scribblings for the week (see my Facebook’s ‘sticky post’ challenge if you want to bagsy a week inspired by a picture you chose):

fire and burning logs

 

Sandra also instructed that my generator for the week was to be…Random Word Generator!

five words to choose title fromI first requested 5 words to get a title for this story.  The generator gave me: lake, nose, method, strain and heaven.  Whereas ‘Nose Strain’ and ‘Strain Method’ brought up interesting alleyways in my mind (!) I was really drawn to ‘Lake Heaven’. 

Google says both Lake Heaven and Heaven Lake are real places (in Thailand and Northeast China, respectively) but mine feels like it is in America 😉

[There is also the ‘Heavenly Lake of Tianshan’ and John Dalton’s debut novel…]

Anyhoo, that was my title sorted.  I then generated 9 words, set 20 mins on my computer’s timer, included all the words in 10 and woke up when the timer went.  I shouldn’t try to write late at night.  I committed another 10 mins eventually…hope you enjoy this first instalment!Random Word Generator words for pt.1

 

Noise   Haunt   Orbit   Frame   Linear   Award   Flatware   Stubborn   Important 

 

I am not a fan of noise.

The pulse of blood in my ears can sustain me for many hours; the gentle lap of water and the calls of the birds that haunt these shores are all the companions I need.  I orbit my own sun, I frame things through the one prism.  My thoughts may not be linear, but they belong to me.  I take each award society offers for this time I’ve carved for myself, and forge forwards.

But today I share my meals with him.  Today I pass out flatware and those conversational nuggets I’ll hate myself for later.  He remains a stubborn mass of blame: chewing and boasting but not ever connecting.  He can’t see why that’s important, but I can; and I’m enraged.

He says I am a loner, like him, and that we know the truth about how the world works.  We can stand on the outside and look into the centre because we are not afraid. 

With all this natural splendour around us, he is still telling me it’s a game we are winning.  That we can conquer ­- and laugh with our spoils. 

He has brought business to my fireside.

I see tyre tracks in the logs…the flames grow fierce…a taste is rising from my last bite that wasn’t there before.

“Come home” he says.

 

See you tomorrow 😉

 

 

[Fire pic is from here]

 

 

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Concrete Witness Pt 5

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Hi!!

Oooo! Fifth and final instalment time…

(The last four are: here, here, here annnnnd…here!)

I have left this late to write because I was stupidly scared to start.  I generated the words about 15 mins before I had to pick Youngest up from nursery, looked up what secant meant and also the various definitions of Pallas (this disambiguation page is extensive!)…then I fell down the rabbit hole of YouTube on purpose after picking up Eldest.

Jimpix selection for today

From Jimpix

[Who doesn’t need to fold laundry while shedding a tear over the stories behind the beautiful voices from past televised talent show auditions?!]

I didn’t let myself sit and just find my ‘in’ to the last part of this story until the noisy background of bathtime.  The kids must have conditioned me in some crazy way to think better through numerous distractions?!  My 20 mins came up with the below.  It is what it is…

 

 

Pallas   Bitter   Secant   Imperfect   Restricted   Wrist   Cart   Plain   Barriers

 

I keep your picture in my head

Way you move, way you smile

But blood lies all around

Rose lies broken on the ground.

Blood and Roses by Pallas, from the album: Beat The Drum

 

As Ollie first looked around, he thought maybe he’d fallen asleep to the old Pallas tape again.  He was somewhat surprised not to be in his own bed, and to see his mother asleep in a chair: bun all askew and her handbag dangling from her unconscious arm.

This did not bode well.

There was a cup to his right that appeared to have water in it, but when he tried to drink, he realised it was laced with the lemon juice that his mother swore by.  With his booming headache, the bitter hit was far from welcome.

Where was Bridget, Ollie wondered.  Had she ended up here, too?  As he shifted in the bed, he could feel other parts of his body complaining, so he guessed that maybe they had been in some sort of accident? 

It’s like you’ve been a miserly secant to my whole life and thrown me back this tiny sliver!!”

Oh yes…Bridget had been very upset that morning (was it night now?  How long had he been out?).  He shouldn’t have stayed out with Kev.  Product launches are meant to be imperfect; staying up to the small hours poring over the figures, their creative flair restricted by alcohol, was never a smart idea…Hospital bed

His mother gave an exclaimation when she opened her eyes and realised he was awake.

“Oliver!  Thank God! I was so worried!”.  She moved to sit on his bed, her smooth hand caressing his wrist.

“Hi, mum” smiled Ollie “where’s Bridget?  Is she ok?”

His mother’s face changed.  “Hopefully they’ve had the sense to find her and cart her off to the nearest police cell! There’s been a plain-clothed policeman skulking about here for the last few hours, like he’s got nothing better to do than wait for you to wake up…  Miriam from the next street told me there were barriers outside yours, earlier.  At least they’re taking things seriously!”

Ollie’s eyes had widened.  He wasn’t quite sure how to process what his mum had just said.  “So…Bridget had something to do with my injuries?  Was she driving?”

Ollie’s mother blinked.  “You weren’t in a car…from what the doctor said you were lying in a pool of blood on the patio when they found you!”

“WHAT?!?”

“Yes, apparently no-one saw anything, but a few of your neighbours reported the sounds of an argument, when the police went door-to-door…”

THE END

 

My eyes are drooping, so I will have to backdate this post, but I am glad I was able to write something,eventually, and not get beaten by the generator.  I’ve been watching Julia Cameron (in interviews and speaking on YouTube) the last few days, and I am striving to keep pushing my comfort zones for my art 😉

It’s been about a decade since I wrote Morning Pages. I may start them again to fully embed my creative re-awakenings…

 

[Pic is from here]

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Concrete Witness Pt 4

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Hiya 🙂

Today’s words took a bit of research to incorporate!! 

RNA is related to DNA, according to the Wikipedia page.  I thought this would be tricky to shoehorn in, however, so I went on a Google hunt and found something easier 😉

A Bustard is a type of bird.

Pastern refers to part of a horse’s leg, and Pyroxene is a group name for minerals (which meant I was looking at metamorphic rocks with cleavage, like yesterday…)

How exactly does any of the above relate to my stony-faced couple?  (See what I did there??) Read on to find out…

Jimpix selection for today

 

Rolled   RNA   Bustard   Stain   Stick   Pastern   Snipe   Food   Pyroxene

 

Bridget rolled over in bed the next morning and realised that Ollie still wasn’t there.  She grabbed her phone and saw that there were no missed calls or messages, so he’d probably sneaked in and fallen asleep on the couch.  Again.

Bridget did spot that the Romantic Novelists’ Association had again turned down her application to their New Writers’ Scheme.  “The RNA welcomes new members, however our scheme is fully booked for 2018…” claimed their email.  Bridget frowned and got out of bed, muttering about websites not being updated on time and the unfairness of a writer’s life.

She found Ollie half dressed and bleary eyed in the kitchen.  He looked awful.

“’Morning” she said.

Ollie looked sheepish: “Hi.”

“Good night?” asked Bridget

Riveting documentary on the Great Bustard I had to stay up for.  They’re odd looking birds, they have whiskers like an old man.  They were hunted to extinction here, but are being re-introduced to the Salisbury Plain.  Shame you missed it…” said Ollie.Man under blanket on couch

“Ah. Lovely.  What’s that stain on your top?” said Bridget.

“Kebab…?”

“Lovely…”  she was trying to stick to a ‘pastern to the posterior’ instead of full-blown kicking him, but she was losing the battle a little more every second…

“Don’t snipe at me, at least I ate!  Food is food.  And I didn’t puke.”  Said Ollie.

“Snipe…?”

“Well…you know…that teacher look thing you have going on.”

“I don’t!”

“You definitely do” said Ollie.

“I just thought you were tired, but then you didn’t even come to bed…” that’s it Bridget, focus on your feelings, not blame, well done…

“God!  I said I was sorry!”

“You didn’t, actually”

“Well…sorry!! There you go!  I was being an insensitive…Bustard!” grinned Ollie

Was…?!

“Oh, c’mon Bridge!  Don’t be like that!”

“15 years, Ollie! You’d think that would mean something!”

“It does Bridge! C’mon, I took you out for a nice meal, can’t we just be friends?!”

“You only took me because I booked it!!”

Ollie harrumphed and proceeded to pick up her late father’s rare Perovskite, Nepheline and Pyroxene mineral blend from the bookshelf.

“Why do we keep this lump of shiny concrete, again?!” he sulked.

 

That would go down in history as Bridget’s final straw…

 

No offence meant to the RNA, this was just me using creative wiggle room, which hopefully they’ll understand 😉

Tomorrow is to be the last instalment and I have no idea which words I’ll get, but I have a few avenues of thought for endings to this, so I am hoping one of them is accommodated by the generator!!

See you tomorrow… 😀

 

[Pic is from here]

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Concrete Witness Pt 3

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Hi!

What have you been up to this Valentine’s Wednesday??  

I divided a sizeable chunk of my day between the school run/childcare and making a large card for Hubby from the three of us 🙂 nothing like a bit of cutting, sticking and lettering on a windy, wintry day!

My less-than-happy couple from the story celebrated in a restaurant.  Here are parts one and two if you don’t know to whom I refer 😉

Exhausted  Gild  Mycelium Afraid  Phyllite  Redirect  Jukebox  Penguin  Edible

Ollie was exhausted.

He stared across at his wife, in her best dress, and couldn’t think of a tactful (or foolproof) way to gild his words so he could cry off early that night.

Valentine’s Day.  What a crock of poop.

He hadn’t ever wanted to set foot in this namby-pamby restaurant, with its stuck up clientele; but Bridget had dropped hints the size of cannonballs for about a year now.  And then had just gone ahead and booked it as ‘his’ present.

Ollie sighed.

The man by the window was really getting drunk on whatever overpriced nonsense was in his glass, and had a lot to say about topical news stories.  Having tired of his declarations about Brexit, the buffoon rounded on women:

“…their hyphae of hate, spreading their treacherous fungus; mats of mycelium laid out – at first like a welcome, but soon as a trap!  No wonder men are afraid to breathe around them these days!”  His male companion chuckled encouragingly “’if I want pressure and cleavage’ I said to her ’I’ll stay home and stare at my phyllite floor tiles…!’”  More ‘old boys’ laughter.

Ollie looked across at his wife again.  “Are you sure you want to eat here?” he asked.

“Yes!” she hissed (rather too forcefully, for her husband’s liking)

“Ok.  Well, I just can’t see anything on the menu I like…” said Ollie.Lobster on a plate

“You like seafood.”

“Yes, but not at these prices…”

“I thought this was worth a bit of a splurge! It’s been 15 years!”

“I know, honey, and it is…it’s just…  Well.  Lobster on a Wednesday?  Really?”

The look she gave him made Ollie go the way of the clam.

 

Later, in their local pub, in an attempt to redirect his mutinous thoughts; he went over to the jukebox and tried in vain to find ‘their’ song.  He longed to get back to the sofa and snaffle the last Penguin in the tin.  Red ones were always the best.

A damn sight more edible than that ‘gourmet’ rubbish he’d been forced to pick at earlier, anyway…

 

[Pic is from here]

 

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Concrete Witness Pt 2

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Hey 🙂

Ready for part two?!

[Here is part one if you need it ;)]

Jimpix came up with a nice mixture today, so I was reasonably comfortable…

Screenshot for Jimpix words

 

Steam   Utility   Cinnamon   USD   Clerk   Logger   Policy   Saxophone   Inflate

 

She was steam-cleaning the utility room and the tantalising smell of cinnamon and sandalwood, from the homemade multipurpose cleaner she’d used in the kitchen, was taking her to her happy place.  She could have just bought some of that eco-cleaner online but, even converted from USD, it was a tad extortionate. 

The granules from the cinnamon powder were a little noticeable on her counters, but the clerk at the health-food shop had told her it wouldn’t damage anything…

There was so much to be said for aromatherapy in the home!  She couldn’t wait to watch more YouTube videos about it. 

The Pine and Cedarwood essential oils had made her think of Forests…some hunky logger, throwing back his long dark locks, flexing his muscles, cutting down trees with just an axe to showcase his strength for her…drawing of a logger

“BRIDGE…? YOU SEEN THE POLICY FOLDER?” Ollie shouted, from somewhere upstairs.

“THE WHAT?!?” Bridget replied.

“The policy folder” Ollie said, getting closer “I want to look at our life insurance.”

An evil glint came into Bridget’s eye for a moment, but she let it pass.  “No.  I haven’t.  Try the spare room?”

“Ok.  You alright?  You look flushed” said Ollie.

“Oh. Well!  Steam cleaning, you know…” said Bridget.

“Ok.  Well, I’ll go look in the spare room, then…?”

“Yeah.”

Ollie left.

Bridget waited until she heard him stomping upstairs again (why did he always have to do that?!) before she re-ran the Saxophone track in her head:   He would turn and lock eyes with me, I would move forward and brush some twigs from his shoulders…

“No wonder those sites inflate their prices” she thought, later.  “The effects of a great scent are totally worth it!”

 

Where will we go from here?!  Jimpix will guide the way…

Be sure to check back tomorrow 😉

 

[Logger pic is from here]

 

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Concrete Witness Pt 1

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Hey There 🙂

Well, I have decided to try out another 5-part story to take me through the working week.  I won’t be using Haikubes this time, however…I am going to rely on my old frenemy, Jimpix!!

As regular readers will know, this particular random word generator is very good at angling curve-balls at me, so writing a cohesive story over 5 days with it should be suitably challenging!!

To make things a little easier, I got Textfixer to throw me out 5 words to choose a title from:

words generated for the title:

Words generated: concrete, acrobatic, compassionate, witness, kick

‘Concrete Witness’ seemed to give me the most scope, so I went for that 😉

I then forged ahead and visited Jimpix for nine words to get writing with:

Jimpix words for today's instalment

 

And so I began, timer set for 20 mins…

 

Ollie   Fretful   Silicon   Sin   Main   Gift   Smoked   Medium   Rad

Ollie cringed as his wife’s fretful voice bounced around the mostly tiled walls.  Hearing her approach the door, he pretended to be engrossed in determining the Silicon content of the bath sealant; trying to dodge whatever retribution was coming his way for his latest perceived sin.

“Are you in the main bathroom?!” she shrieked.

“Yes…”

“Good!” she barrelled in, “what did you do to Aunt Mary’s chocolates?!”

“What chocolates?”

“The ones on the counter!”

“The Belgian ones?”

“YES!!”

Ollie went back to ‘reading’.

His wife gathered herself in a bit, and seemed to grow taller “Did you eat the chocolates, Oliver…?!” She asked, in a mock-calm voice.

“I only had one…” said Ollie, truthfully.

“They were a gift for Aunt Mary!”

“They’re lovely, a very good choice” said Ollie, climbing back into the bathtub, toolbelt jangling.

“But she won’t GET them now, because YOU have opened them!  And I’m going over just now!” growled his wife.Belgian chocs n roses

“Can you not buy some more on the way?  I’ll give you the money.”

“You can only get them from that fancy shop in town, and I don’t have TIME to get more!”

“You’ll be passing Asda, though” said Ollie “get her something there.”

His wife made a noise that was a cross between a strangled chicken and a lapdog being trodden on; then she flounced off.

Ollie chuckled a little, then started to whistle.

One would never guess, looking at her now, that when they’d first met his wife had a weakness for weed; and had smoked it with her low-tar, medium nicotine cigarettes (while saying almost everything was “totally rad”).

Marriage could really ruin a relationship.

 

Which one are you rooting for…? 

Come back tomorrow and see what Jimpix gives me to play with, and how the story goes 😉

Tootles!!

 

[Choc pic is from here]

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The Noodle Marvel Pt 5

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Hello!

It’s time for me to reveal what I came up with for the final part of this short story that I’ve been writing over 5 days, using the words that I roll with my Haikubes!

(Here are parts one, two, three and four that I ‘prepared earlier’, so you know what I’m talking about here!!)

Again I generated nine words that I had to use:

The rolled kubes for the last installment

But I must make a small confession and admit that I took a total of 21.5 mins instead of 20 mins to write the part in blue (I managed to include 8 out of the 9 words in 20 mins though), then wrote the bit in purple in a further 3 mins (as I thought that particualr loose end needed to be addressed!). 

Hope you like it anyway!

 

Desperate   Love   But   Those   My   Tangle   Under   He   Shelter

Myla was suddenly some sort of aquatic acrobat.  Barely holding the pool noodle, she went back and forward in the water with a big smile on her face, eagerly heeding every command her instructor gave her – and gaining praise from all her little classmates into the bargain.

She was also beaming up at me at every opportunity, as if I was her best friend or something.  Her instructor kept giving me the thumbs up too, however, so I just decided to enjoy it all.

This tactic was going really well, until Myla decided to let go of her noodle, and slip like a seal under the water…

I stood up immediately, heart in my throat.  I could see her glide towards the bottom and turn around, but then she seemed to just stop.  The seconds ticked by, and I began waving both my hands above my head, pointing in an increasingly desperate way to her [seemingly] wiggly pink form at the bottom of the pool.

My feet started to move as I saw the instructor dive off the side…

Sarah and I charged down the steps, through the changing room and out onto the poolside; at a sprint I wasn’t even aware I was capable of.  Love is a powerful motivator.  We rounded the pillar by the foot-baths just in time to see Myla being hauled out of the water as if she weighed no more than a backpack, and some more of the complex staff running to take care of the other kids standing wide-eyed in the shallows.

I’m not sure, but I think I screamed as Myla was turned over onto her side, and I could see her eyes were closed.  Those memories that everyone says flash in their mind’s eye were definitely slide-showing through mine as I finally sank to my knees beside my child.

The instructor was moving the tangle of her ponytail from her cheek, and I instinctively started rubbing her back the way I had done when she’d had wind as a baby.  As I did so, she started coughing up a load of chlorine water, and I could see her eyeballs move under her lids.

 

Later, I managed to get her to our doctor as his last appointment of the day.  As he’d looked over her, the instructor had tried to reassure me that he thought Myla’s banged bonce was not too serious, but I just wanted to be sure.

I did have something to smile about, however, after the shock abated a little: out of concern, Myla’s instructor had slipped me his number (through the general emotion and panic I’d displayed).  It had taken shelter in my purse and, later that night, I was going to make that call…

A further bit of good news, on the Myla front, is that she has decided she wants to be a swimming instructor! Marco (isn’t that just a dreamy name?!) has totally proved my point to her: that swimming gives you superpowers, apparently!

So I’ll have to find some way to repay him for that little gem, too…

 

Annnd…that’s a wrap!! 

Was that noodle-y enough for you all?!  Did it display ‘a desire for’ something  enough…?

Let me know what you think in the comments, or by visiting one of my social media pages linked below. 

As is so often the case, I enjoyed writing this wee story; and I’m already devising how to tweak the method for the next one…thanks to Jane for the inspo!

 

 

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The Noodle Marvel Pt 4

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Hello 🙂

I again rolled nine kubes, this time to give me some direction for this penultimate instalment:

rolled kubes for the fourth installment

 

(Here are the links to parts one, two and three).

 

Sucker   Along   Return  Happy   Gorgeous   Brother   Water   Villain   Grace

Feeling like a complete sucker, I took Myla along to her third weekly lesson; wondering if this would be the last time she would semi-agree to return to the swimming baths…

Sarah again looked impossibly happy as she ushered me to my seat – but I had to concede that today she had a very good reason.

Kneeling by the pool was the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.  Somehow his beauty was able to transcend the ridiculously bright hooded top the complex made all of the instructors wear, and he didn’t look unnaturally pale, like the other guy had.

“He’s Franchie’s brother,” Sarah breathed into my ear, “quite a sight to behold, isn’t he?!”

“Yeah!” I managed to sigh.

“Must be all that Italian blood coursing through his veins.” Sarah went on, “If I wasn’t married…!” She giggled.  “I hear he’s single…”

Her nudge was forceful enough to make me thump into the glass of the balcony.  The Adonis looked up and actually waved at me.  It took me a second to realise that he was tending to Myla, and she had waved first, so he was just following her lead.

At least that meant my loony grin and big wave back was ok.

Myla also didn’t have her water wings on, I noticed with a jolt.  The lovely man was holding them!  How had he managed that?! (I suppose it is hard to see someone so beautiful as a villain who is trying to do you harm…?)

Myla was handed a pool noodle and seemed to take it willingly: returning to the water with a smile, and astounding good grace.

“I have to meet him” I whispered to Sarah; “he’s definitely some sort of god.”

 

Oooo, how will the kubes help me to wrap up this story tomorrow?!  Come visit then, and find out…!

 

 

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The Noodle Marvel Pt.3

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Hey There!! 

I am onto my third instalment of this story about Myla and her hated swimming lessons, already!  The first instalment is here, and the second is here; should you need to catch up 😉

I decided to elevate the ante a little today: as I have been rolling some easy joining words with my kubes, I thought I’d make my chances of getting harder-to-incorporate stuff greater by using nine instead of five kubes (that is also the number of words I use for my random word poetry)

I did, indeed, get a better mix today:

kube roll for the third instalment

 

Bust  Flesh  Science  Etc.  Licks  Or  Flock  Home  Gentle

 

The next week was even worse. 

This time Myla hurt the knuckles on her left hand, apparently having had a bust up with a rough tile while she was trying to “hold on and push off” the way the instructor had told her to.

I joined her in the changing rooms as she gingerly touched the broken flesh and exclaimed about how sore it was.  This, she said, meant that swimming was definitely not for her.  Her argument went along the lines of there being an invisible force in the water that clearly didn’t like her: “a wave or sumfin, like at the beach…” either that or Rachel’s brother was working some Voodoo science on her “cos he knows I don’t like him”.

I helped her dress, and gathered up the obnoxious amount of paraphanalia her agreeing to step into the water seemed to demand (Peppa goggles, spare ‘wings’, the two towels “in case one dwops on the flo-wa”, etc…).

Back in the car, I tried to persuade her that doing ‘dog-licks’ every two seconds was not going to heal her hand very well, and that a plaster would be a better idea.  Or at least more hygienic.

I watched the startled flock of Starlings nearby take off home as Myla’s less than gentle reply reverberated through the open windows.

Why was I doing this to myself?!

I hoped she’d go to bed early (and her third lesson would pan out much better).

 

Two more instalments to go…what will the kubes do with Myla and her lesson loathing?! Hit me up tomorrow to find out!

 

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The Noodle Marvel Pt.2

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Hiya 😉

I continued with yesterday’s story.  Again I rolled 5 kubes to get words that I had to include in today’s instalment, then set my 20 mins and got to work:

Second installment kube roll on 'spring' fabric

 

Words I rolled:  Finger    A    Realize   Torture   For

The ice cream wasn’t remedy enough for a sore finger, apparently.

“It’s weely sore!”  Myla complained “you’re a bad mummy for makin’ me do sumfin so dane-ja-wus!  I am NOT going ANY MORE!!”  The arms got crossed and everything.

“C’mon baby!” I said, in my sing-song voice, “you liked splashing your feet and getting to meet the other kids.”

“Didn’t!!” Myla frowned “I alwedy know Amy, she can show me the udder peetles.  That man was stoopid.”

I hadn’t stopped and thought about all of this properly.  If I’d begun to realize how much she’d torture me for making her learn to swim, I’d have probably just let her be a couch potato.  Like me. But I’d paid for the lesson-block now…

“You know that learning to swim gives you a superpower though, yeah?”

Myla sighed, and gave me a long-suffering look. (Do they teach them that at nursery?!)

“I’m not joking, Myla.  You can save people’s life if you know how to swim!”

“Shhhh, I’m trying to eat, Mummy.I know superheroes don’t swim with babies.  It’s not NICE to lie.  I’m NOT going ANY more.”

I sighed.  “There were no babies in that pool today!”

“Yes there was!  Rachel’s little bruva was there.  He has a nappy on!”

“He’s three…”

Myla gave me ‘the face’ again.  “I KNOW that!  But he only dust GOT three!  He was two the udder day!”

“His birthday was…” I thought back “4 months ago, Myla.”

“I KNOW, so he’s a BABY!”

I gave up and cleared away her (now empty) bowl.  “You’ll learn to swim and start loving it. You’ll soon be the best there”

“I’m going away now” said Myla “you hurt my finger super lots when you lie, mummy.”

 

She’s a handful, isn’t she?!

Be sure to come back tomorrow and see if I’ll roll tantrums or tranquillity for these characters with my kubes 😉

 

 

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