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Sunday, 24 April 2011

I think I must be depressed

I have had a slightly upsetting day on the computer which has lead me to put my feelings down as follows:-


I’ve suffered the frustrations and heartaches
Caused by bloody minded folk
I fail to understand their reasons
Or are they just going for broke.

There is a strong lack of tolerance
A need to win at all cost
The spite they spit out stuns me
Truth and dignity lost.

Why can’t I rise above it,
Or see through the venom and hate
Are they so strong and powerfull,
Is it their inherent traite.

I will turn my back upon it
And take some steps to the rear.
I’ll imagine myself in some beautiful place
Where there’s no such thing as fear.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

A new experience for the youngsters????

The Grandchildren came over for the night and it co-incided with Grandads rare 'night out with the boys' so great excitement because they were going to give Grandad a lift to his Diners Club, and to start his evening have a quick lemonade and bag of crisps with him.
OH doesnt drink so two pints and he is out for the count, and never gets agressive, only silly and sleepy.


Grandad doesn't drink much beer,
Or gin or whisky either.
It goes straight to his head I fear
And then he starts to mither.

Grandma says he has one pint,
And then he's anybody's.
The only problem is, we find,
He wants to have more toddies.

It makes him very happy,
He giggles quite a lot.
He's usually such a quiet chappy.
til he's drunk a tot.

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

This is cheating, just slightly.

I promised myself (and others) to write a ditty each week but this weeks ditty has already been aired on The Craft Forum. Nevertheless, I am posting it here. It came about as a result of a conversation involving most of the members of 'a certain age' about wearing a purple hat. Ultimately the subject evolved and deteriorated to red hats and patent shoes. This was my offering.

The Lady In The Red Hat.

“Will the lady in the red hat please….”
The voice faltered and got lost on the breeze.
It cracked and continued with a wheeze
“Leave the men alone and not tease”.

She was young enough to be pert with them
She was old enough to be curt them.
Mature enough not to hurt them
Wise enough not to flirt with them.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Summer on its way, hooray.

Butterflies, butterflies, flutter by,
Your wings spread out to dry
In silhouette against the sky
Your beauty makes my heart sigh.

With your companion, the Cabbage White,
Creating such a summer sight
With gold’s and oranges so bright
Shimmering in the noon sunlight.

In and out the Buddleia bush
So many of you in such a rush
You settle on the flowers so lush,
And in that time a peaceful hush.

Referring back to my previous post my DIL also sent me this card with a letter on it. Her friend had hand painted these cards, one was butterflies and the other was dragonflies. They were so lovely, eco friendly too from recycled stuff. I have taken a pic of one for you to see. Sadly you can't see the real detail as I am a very middling photographer.
If you want to know any more details, just ask me.

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Trinity Yard School, Ghana

Anna, my daughter-in-law has just spent two weeks as a volunteer at Trinity Yard School in Ghana. Her visit created such a lasting impression that she is already saving to take the family with her next time.
Knowing I am a crafter and have a love of fabrics she brought some sample pieces of their native cloth back.
It is called Kente and its origins lie with the Akan people of Ghana and go back some three thousand years. Kente is a visual representation of history, philosophy, ethics, oral literature, religious belief, social values and political thought. Originally, its use was reserved for their royalty and limited to special social and sacred functions.
I wish you could see and feel this silken fabric, it is amazing as is the folklore behind it.

I have a few more pictures of this fabric on Flickr.

If anyone is interested and want to learn more about this cloth here is the link.
I am also the proud possessor of a DVD with hundreds of photographs on but am unable to download them at the moment. I will make them available to you all when I can find someone to help with the techno bit. (Being the technophobic person that I am)

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

More ditties.

We have just finished an attic conversion. It has seemed to take for ages but does give us space to sleep the Grandchildren and Auntie from time to time.
Last night was our first time sleeping there. Strange. Very quiet as it opens up to the back of the house so no traffic noise, and the floor creeked and groaned. It was hot too, we are not used to that, plus the dog refused to go up stairs and went into panic mode. She is nearly 14 now and has fogotten that we used to have stairs.
My Daughter, tongue in cheek, said we would end up carrying her up them. I'll shoot the first person that tells her we did. lol.
As I couldn't sleep I came up with this ditty.

The attic was once a mysterious place,
Dark corners and cobwebs, a big empty space.
Slowly as the years rolled on
The empty feeling up there was gone.

Corners still dark filled up with tat
The mice and spiders had fun with that.
Came the time for a loft conversion,
So cleaning it out was such an exertion.

Followed by rubble, brick dust and noise,
As on the brink of a bedroom we poise.
The ensuite is “cute” with one six foot wall,
The suite you would use if you’re only small.

After much fall outs, frustrations and tears,
The beds went through windows and not up the stairs.
A beautiful, costly carpet I bought,
But when it arrived it was one stair too short.

Finally friends I can now reveal,
The view from the window was the only appeal.
They start the kitchen in a weeks time,
I must be bonkers, or out of my mind.