SoCS

28th October SOCS: The Witch from Norwich

 

Which witch was it that stole my sandwich?

I bet it was that one form Norwich,

she’s always eyeing my tasty pies and snacks,

what a hack – I’ll put her in a sack!

And tie her to the post in town

where all the kids can see her frown

and throw pumpkins, and other things

at her face and scowl, until she sings

Until she owns up to being a thief

and causing me to stand and seethe

Just you wait you  silly witch

How dare you mess with my sandwich!

 

 

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SoCS: March

March has been taken in a bit of a stride around here. To begin with I haven’t felt like I have had enough time to sit down and really focus on writing or reading or pretty much anything that will bring joy. Instead I have found myself resorting to hibernation mode on the days where I could have had some time to get things done; then afterwards kicking myself for wasting time.

Yes, at the beginning of March, I was already to march into the sunrise, head full of goals to complete and a list of things to do: yet somewhere along the way I got lost.

Do you ever get those days where you just feel you have had enough so you sit down and take a breather and some selfish time to yourself, and suddenly a few hours have been lost. Well that was my month of March really. Then tonight I find that I have literally lost an hour (darn those stupid time switches), and suddenly I feel awake again and aggrieved at all the time lost.

It keeps ticking whether we make the most of it or whether we waste it: and I guess we all need to feel as though we are wasting our time in order to do something about it.

So I shake my fist at you March, you have been my downfall and now I am protesting! Give me back my time and we shall have no more quarrel!

*marches off into the night and slams the door*

 

Take a read through the other SoCS posts over at Linda G Hill’s blog

SOC: Would you like to live without wood?

Wouldn’t it, wouldn’t it
Wouldn’t it be funny
If a lady had a wooden tit
Wouldn’t it be funny

Ok so that isn’t a particuarly pc rhyme but this was triggered and remembered from an old poetry book I had as a kid (this happened before from a SOC) , though I’m starting to think that this wasn’t exactly a book meant for children, at least not the age I was anyhow. But regardless we are trailed off the subject matter here.

Would or wood? the same sounds yet very different meaning it just gets confusing as so many things in life can do. If only we could see the wood from the trees or perhaps we should be hoping we can see the trees instead of just wood as all I seem to be seeing recently are trees being pulled down to make way for roads and building, and one day soon I worry I will wake up to find that I’m living in a concrete street. Yes it might be easier to maintain with no gardening to worry about etc but surely we should be valuing nature surrounding us at a much higher price.

Recently I saw a blog post which made me smile as it gave me hope that Spring wasn’t too far off and I’m looking forward to the days getting longer and the crisp bright mornings. I’m even looking forward to seeing if I get a new family of starlings in the garden this year, wouldn’t that be grand.

Bring on the Spring!

This post was inspired by the prompt from Linda G Hill

And the lovely post from KIWINANA

SoCS – Cash

Linda’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “cash”

It’s a dirty word so they say, and as a product it’s actually dirty if you ask my friend about this who works in a cash office. I guess if you think about it logically it’s true too, all those places that money seems to go that we never really think about. Notes they get scrunched up in pockets, rolled up for drugs, left in old socks under mattress for paranoid people saving for a rainy day. They get folded and slipped into bra’s by girls out dancing but are too young to carry a bag (ah I remember those days fondly), or folded into the back of a travel pass – that emergency money we all desire to have available.

Then of course we still have the coins to think about, covered in ridges ready to hold the dirt and grime of everyday life. Clammy metal that attracts all manner of bacteria from sticky fingers eager to by sweets, or coins placed in mouths by bored children which then get put back into purses. Coins that drop on to pavements or roll through the grass . We even used to have a game of monies when we were young (after marbles got banned in our school) which meant we were actually just throwing money around on the floor yet we never questioned the germs: and you can bet the tuck shop never did either.

Even now I will always find dusty coins while cleaning, hidden in handbags and pockets of coats, or simply coins that have been dropped and rolled out of sight. I have containers of pennies that get put into tubs with the idea that one day I will pour them into the cash counting machine yet this never actually happens so instead I just end up with a big coin mountain.
Maybe one day soon I will get around to actually doing this, I could be rich! Or at least have enough for a bottle of wine to reward myself for the next batch of cleaning

SoCS – Ta

From the SoCS prompt  –  Ta

Lindaghill – SoCS

Ta or tata – Thank you or goodbye – Thank you and goodbye not such a positive statement now, or is it?

If we are saying thank you then there must have been something positive right?, there must have at least been something to be thankful for. But if we are grateful why indeed are we saying goodbye.

We go through our lives meeting people and places, putting down roots and getting comfortable yet we rarely want to remove them afterwards, is this because we feel that we are trees and we will die when uprooted? Even the most beautiful plant needs a bit of pruning to keep it fresh and alive.

Upon being born we are thrown into a strange unnatural world, yet we survive. We embrace the new environment, breathe the new air, learn to adapt to the new less fluid atmosphere. Our bodies are amazing machines which work in such a way that they are almost effortless in their pursuit to keep up alive: so much so that we often take them far too much for granted.

In our lives we accept the bumps and the scrapes, expect to be able to rebound from the small ailments and get better, yet what happens when this never happens: what if our bodies stopped healing to an extent, would we take more care?

Spare a thought for those accident prone among us for a moment won’t you. For instance, this morning I am sporting a purple bruise on my upper calf that mysteriously appeared, from an unknown source. When washing my hair this morning I discovered the memory of hitting my head after the recoil of pain from under fingertips. I also remember the scorn for the word of ‘Did that hurt?’ from an onlooker, as is somehow being hit around the skull with a metal bar wouldn’t be painful.

People are such annoying creatures..

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SoCS – Ha!

Ha ha ha and he he he
Come little halfling
Dance with me

Thinking of words beginning with Ha in this type of situation seems more difficult that it should be. And I might have written a little rhyme but I’m fairly sure that I shouldn’t use it anywhere out of the realms of fantasy writing, too much Game of Thrones reading I guess.

If I only had half the time to think up words which have a ha would it make it harder or not I wonder. After having a few minutes to decide this then I have to admit that it would, in fact I am struggling to think, even though I know that there should be a number of these words available, maybe I should make it more of a habit to scour a dictionary every once in a while.

Disregarding the Ha for a moment though, I am currently typing on Written, kitten which I assumed would bring up a cute little cat picture every 100 words, however it appears what I have is a headless female singer image, am I missing something here? is there a singer called kitty that I should know about and I don’t. Oh yep apparently I guess I should because this next picture is also headless female with a guy holding a guitar hmmm

After changing the choice from kitten to puppy I wonder what will surface next on the images and I guess that if they scour the internet using these terms for pictures then I should at least be grateful that there wasnt a more warped tagging of pictures. So now all I have to do it type out another fourteen words in order to see if my writing can produce a puppy or…

OK I guess we shall go with not then … awww  😦

 

SoCS – Be

 

To be a Bee or not to be

It begins with a single moment of perfection, a conversation about an A-Z challenge and a pondering over the next idea for a B post. Then it arrived like a beautiful beacon, the perfect prompt for me to spring from.

So thank you to Linda for choosing this week’s prompt to land into the conversation at exactly the precise time that it was needed, I beamed a broad grin and was very happy with the discovery of my BE prompt. Now I was free to run away with the word and roll it up into new wondrous ways. Though perhaps not in the way that my initial conversation went, with had the bee literally being rolled up into a rizla and smoked, I mean who would smoke a bee?  Only a crazy person surely!

Yet as is happens I was happily mistaken and the poor boy was merely mentioning that people smoked out bees rather than smoked them, which seems a terrible thing to do when they are already on the decline. Don’t fret though bee lovers, the conversation was pulled back up into a nice level, with the disclosure that the bees in his compost bin were not smoked out and evicted, they merely co-existed in mutual happiness. Well except for the time when the bin vibrated under the warm summer months at which point it was given a wide birth.

So those bees could happily go about their business of creating honey for which to dine upon and feed their offspring. I fancied that they could have a bee banquet: a smile arose as the image emerged.

Just a tiny table surrounded by seated bees wearing napkins and eloquently talking about their hard day’s work whilst they waited for their honey holding tiny runcible spoons.