Thought I would use this picture so you can all daydream as that is what we are all going to have to do this summer, as the thing called a sun is not visible from where I am and I do not think it will be if it carries on like this. 😔
Sorry there was no post yesterday but I spent two days at my daughters looking after Izzy and Alfie, not that they really need actual looking after as they amuse themselves and play. Izzy was very pleased that I saw a status on my FaceBook about Jacqueline Wilson coming to our area and giving a talk about her books and as she is Izzy’s favourite author, I was then the best Nanny ever getting tickets for us to go and see her in July. Must admit I am a bit excited too.
Alfie has been playing with his dinosaurs as usual, I find it quiet amazing that he knows all their names even pronouncing them correct and what sort they are and what they eat. I think we need to find learning how to read, reading books for a 5 year old with dinosaurs in, lol
I have returned home now so writing should get back on track! As I have already put one of my stories on here I thought I would share another one with you, this one is only short and I called it ANGER
He stood straight and tall, solid as a statue that could never be moved, his muscles rippled under the bright lights, he was sweating not only from the heat but cold hard fear. His eyes locked with Tiny as they glared at one another not a sound could they hear, only their hearts beating, tension rising. They both looked away, glancing at their families, friends and trainers, knowing what they were all feeling. The lights dimmed as they moved to the centre of the ring, fists knocking together in a friendly manner but both thinking this is pure anger. As the first punch landed you could hear the dense bang of glove on bone, water sprayed from his body as he flew backwards, the audience gasped and then there was silence. Was he going to get up?
The late morning mist made it feel like a ghostly film set. Falling to her knees at the graveside and dropping a single dewy red rose onto the grave she wondered, how do you say goodbye to someone so young that could have gone so far. Anger had a lot to answer for!