#SoCS – Egg

school, sports day, races, parents
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We have rather a topical prompt word for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness this week with ‘egg’.

Now, of course, my first thought was Easter as that is hurtling towards us at tremendous speed. I am sure I could go on and on about Easter eggs, but that will only make me hungry and I haven’t got any chocolate in the house at the moment!!

I am going to go totally down another path and talk about the good old British sports days of yesteryear. When I was at school, I remember them being lots of fun (we are talking about primary school here). A lot of effort went into organising the games, and of course, parents were invited too.

This meant that all the children wanted to try their best to impress their parents. We had all the usual running races, but there were the fun ones too like the egg and spoon race (being a klutz I was rubbish at this), the sack race (pretty exhausting this one, jumping about in a small sack trying to get to the finish line), and the three-legged race, being tied at the ankles to another child, and having to run in unison to the finish line.

As you can imagine with these races, there was a lot of tripping and falling over, but we just got up and kept going.

It was all very competitive in those days too, it was encouraged to want to win. At the end of it,  there was usually a mum’s and a dad’s race. I don’t remember my mum ever taking part in this and I can’t say I blame her, as that was also pretty competitive!

Last time I went to Miss Hap’s sports day at primary school, there were none of the races I remembered so well. There was a skipping race, that she managed to win despite losing a shoe! It is not about the winning now, though, everyone get points and prizes which are totted up at the end.

There were  no mums and dads, shoes off, sleeves rolled up, ready to run for glory down the length of the school field elbowing away their rivals (Thank God)! No, it is all very civilised now. For a start, most of the schools use a local sporting facility or recreation ground as they don’t have a field.The area they cordon off for the races are much shorter than I remember. The kids all have their bottles of water, sunhats and suncream on. We didn’t, if we burnt to a crisp then so be it!

Sometimes change can be a good thing!


#SoCS – Ball

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Today is an interesting Stream of Consciousness, Linda has given us ‘ball’ to play with. Hmmm, I can’t immediately think of anything regarding balls (oh, that sounds rather dodgy and has just set me off on the wrong train of thought entirely)! Ahem, time to rein myself in.

Now apart from netball and tennis, I did not really enjoy sport at school. Hockey scared me to death, especially after I got whacked in the face with a hockey stick and ended up with a fat lip! In those days though it was more of an inconvenience if someone got injured, and I just got sent off to the home economics department for some ice, and expected to come back and get on with it!

Another thing I really enjoyed as a child was rounders. We didn’t play it a lot at school but I used to live just by a large green. In the summer a load of local kids would gather together and we would all play rounders together in the evenings. It was great fun and kept us all active. We didn’t need anything other than a bat (sometimes it was a cricket bat or tennis racket or even a bit of wood, a tennis ball and a couple of t-shirts or stones to mark out the bases.

I take with me some very happy memories of growing up there, where we all knew each other, and despite the odd falling out now and again, we all came together in the summer. It is surprising what fun you can have with a ball!

#Stream of Consciousness -This and That


For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness post this week, the prompt words are ‘this’ and ‘that.’ We gain bonus points for starting and finishing with one or the other of these words too.

This is quite an exciting time for me at the moment. It has been suggested by several fellow bloggers and some of my family that I really ought to collect some of my poems together and publish them. Well, I don’t really have the foggiest idea of publishing and even less about self-publishing, but I decided that I would look into it. After all, when I finished NaNoWriMo I had an account on Createspace just to see what the process was, should I decide to publish the book I wrote at a later date.

Anyway, to cut a long story short (I am going on a bit), it is almost finished. In fact, I just made an alteration when I proofread it, and as soon as it comes back I am ready to go!  I have got a fabulous cover (more about that when the book is ready) and have finally sorted out the formatting. My dear blogging friend Erika was talking about this just a couple of days ago for her new book and I was itching to say something then about mine but wanted to keep it secret until it was ready.

Of course, I am so excited and have blabbed now! My own poetry book (well rhymes), does that mean I am going to be an author now?! It is going to take a bit of time to get my head around that!

#SoCS – Food

Tea and biccies
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For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness this week, she has given us the prompt word of ‘food.’ Now I thought that this was going to be an easy subject for me to write about given my love for food. However, I have done many a post about food already so will have to think about a new take on it!

As some of you may know, I have recently started working in the community where I go out to visit patients in their own homes. We do all kinds of things from taking blood and giving injections, to dressing wounds. Given that we could arrive at any time during the day, we quite often end up catching people as they are preparing or eating their lunch, or perhaps having a cuppa and a biscuit.

Most of the patients I see are elderly, and some of them are very warm and welcoming when they see us. There was one lady who always offered me a coffee when I visited her brother that lived with her, and many times she would get out the biscuit tin, and on one occasion there was a doughnut waiting for me! Her brother was visited every day by the nurses and sometimes we would have students with us, but she never failed to offer us refreshments when we went there.

I was even offered a ‘bit of dinner’ a couple of days ago when I arrived at lunchtime to see a patient, Her husband answered the door, and told me that he was just preparing lunch (which smelled delicious), and I was welcome to join them for a bit of dinner. I declined of course, but it was so sweet to have been askedFor some of our patients, we are the only person they might see for a while, and they love it when we occasionally accept a coffee and stay for a quick chat. It is also lovely for us to feel so appreciated and welcome.

For some of our patients, we are the only person they might see for a while, and they love it when we occasionally accept a coffee and stay for a quick chat. It is also lovely for us to feel so appreciated and welcome, especially as they nearly always offer us  biscuits too!

#SoCS… on Sunday!

I missed Linda’s Stream of Consciousness yesterday, but I thought I would sneak it in today and hope I don’t get told off! Anway, today we are to start with a contraction, and get a few brownie points if we end with one as well,  so here goes.

I’ve just come back from a night away with Mr Grump. It was our first night away together since we got married six years ago. My Mum stayed over at our house to look after Miss Hap and Roxy and Grump and I set off around 10 am  to get to our final destination of Ham, Sandwich!

The weather was wet and grey but it didn’t dampen our spirits. We stopped off in Hythe and had a massive brunch which would set us up for a while, and poked around in some of the pretty boutique shops they have there.

Next stop was Deal but we passed Dover Castle on the way. It looks pretty imposing on top of the hill but I still didn’t manage to do it justice in my photos!


In Deal we found some more lovely shops and the first one I went in I found a lovely dress which I had to have! In the last shop we went to, it looked more like a little house. Once we finally managed to locate the doorway, we walked into an Aladdin’s cave. There were sparkly jewels in the shape of skulls and Lizards, wonderful long, satiny dresses with lacy panels, the coolest men’s shirts I have ever seen with all kinds of patterns on them,  guitars, musical notes, Union Jacks, bright colours and multicoloured buttons. The owner of this shop was a little man with a beanie hat on that was sat behind a counter almost buried by yet more goodies, sequinned hats. floaty scarves, that were draped all around. We had shown an interest in the coats that were there but there was so much stuff, I didn’t know where to look., with He told us that he had a downstairs too and pointed to a small spiral banister-less stairway that led downwards. We gingerly made our way down just as another couple came into the shop.

There were racks of dresses and shirts down there too jam-packed into every crevice which left about 2 meters left to walk on. This was a bit awkward when the couple and shop owner came down as the male half of the couple was about 6ft tall and pretty wide! WE kind of danced around each other and Grump and I decided to go back upstairs which of course I managed to fall up! We checked out the coats again and the owner told us he was knocking off some money as it was his ‘winter stock.’

He picked out a brightly coloured coat for me which I already had my eye on and gestured for me to try it on. Of course, as I put my arms out to get them into the coat I whacked the mannequin he had nearby, displaying a gaudy had and some necklaces. He looked a bit askance when I apologised again for being clumsy, but the coat was a perfect fit! I loved it! To me, it was like Joseph’s technicoloured Dreamcoat with the bright colours.

The Coat
This is me modelling the coat to show Mum when we got home. Sorry it’s the back, but I have got my eyes closed in the front shot!

As you can tell, I bought the coat. We went to the hotel and settled in and ate yet more food. I tried to go for the healthy option but there was none, so I didn’t! Look at the size of Mr Grump’s steak here, it was an inch and a half thick!


We had a lovely day and had a huge breakfast this morning before we left. In fact, we had so much to eat the last couple of days that my poor tummy is protesting! In fact, we cancelled the carvery we were going to have today as much as I might want it, my body certainly doesn’t!