Sun Day

I attempt to get a calmer outlook on life by putting on my new yoga DVD.  A few downward dogs and cobras later, I attempt a wobbly tree pose and feel ready to say “Hi” to the Sun. I am feeling rejuvenated and ready to start my day – ok it is 2pm and my day actually started quite a few hours earlier but I had to get other things out of the way first like the washing and shopping and getting my roots done didn’t I? Oh and did I mention that I am on a fast day and need to keep my mind off what’s in the fridge?

I get a call from a friend and go for a walk along the beach.  I don’t know if it’s the lack of food but I see yoga poses in the sky…

hallucinating

Trespass

Six words for Saturday
Sitting on a sofa – intruder enters…

Boulder version
Half an hour into Saturday and I hear a tale that sends a shiver through my shoulders and I wish that I weren’t so far away.
Helplessly I listen; many questions start to flood yet, before I can ask, she has to go out in the darkness to look for their drunken intruder. A while later, not knowing whether it is the right thing…the right time…I send a text.
‘Please ring.’
Swiftly I get a response. They’ve all gone to bed and she’ll ring me in the morning.
I tell her that I love her.

After a moment she replies that she loves me too.

Face to Face

25.10.13
She pulls a face and when she spots my quizzical look replies “Snap Chatting – haven’t you ever seen anyone in the street going like this?” She pulls a grimace
“Errrr…no!”
She carries on looking at her phone and pulling faces. I find myself mesmerised and then realise that unconsciously I have been copying. Hope no-one was looking through the window at our mad house!

A Baby Cambridge

Imagine sharing your labour with millions of other people – it’s bad enough with the hospital staff (and apparently for my arrival my mum had a class load of student doctors) the pressure on Kate must have been immense. Also she knew that The Queen was anxious to get off to Balmoral and eat some haggis. So congratulations to Prince William and Kate on the arrival of their little boy and only a week late; I confess to feeling a bit disappointed that it wasn’t a girl which would have brought in the new rule of succession but I suppose we haven’t quite got to the stage of ordering online the sex of your naturally conceived baby just yet…

A Dragon Falls

To an audience of expectation, we launch full flow into performance number one. They excel themselves and make us proud. Harry galloped horseless in a confined space – narrowly missing Jezebel’s little toes and Zeus’s podgy fingers. No matter. Sam and Thomas make a demise to bring the house down – especially the deafening roar and collapse centre stage. It wasn’t too much of a problem when they rose a bit early for the bows. Sam just ducked his head ostrich-like into the huge papier mache dragon jaws – if he couldn’t see the audience, then surely they couldn’t see him…

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