Daily Prompt: Cosy


London may be one big city, but it is also made up of lots of smaller towns and villages that over the years been swallowed whole by the inevitable outward expansion of the great metropolis. So here is our cosy little High Street in the town of Leytonstone, East London, taken from the upper front seat of a number 145 double decker bus this afternoon πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Cosy


Daily Prompt: Confess

I must confess to an absolutely delicious, delightful discovery this festive season…

I’d bought some salted caramel cream whisky liqueur to try, and oh, it truly is a most wonderful discovery for me. Than last night I was eating a scoop of salted caramel dairy ice cream, and thought to myself – ooh, that would taste lovely with my salted caramel liqueur…

So I made myself a mini alcoholic salted caramel milkshake in a small glass, swirling the melting ice cream together with the cream liqueur, and savouring it slowly. It was a wonderfully decadent experience, and one which I might even repeat tonight… πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Confess

One-Liner Wednesday: They Only Had One Job…

They only had one job…

Along a straight stretch of pavement bordering a relatively modern block of flats on my everyday walk to work, there are a series of small individual utility covers set into the tarmac, mostly in groups of six. I usually walk past them without even noticing them, but this week I saw they’ve been sprayed white for some reason, and I suddenly realised just how unevenly spaced they are on the ground. I mean, whoever placed them there must have had reasonably free reign as to their final positioning, and all were clearly set in at the same time, and yet…


They seem to have taken great joy in disturbing the logical order of things by deliberately setting these covers in a rather hap-hazard manner, but with enough of a nod to geometry to not be entirely set at random. I find the final effect to be oddly irritating – what do you think? Also, I feel the white paint makes the little light-bulb shapes look a bit like skulls – well those that are placed the right way up do, anyway!

And look, even the water covers aren’t placed facing the same way… grrrr…! πŸ™‚


One-Liner Wednesday


Share Your World: 25 December 2017

What caring thing are you going to do for yourself today?

I’m just off to pour a bath after posting this, and am planning to have a long, hot soak in the tub ❀

List at least five of your favourite spices?

Smoked paprika, chilli powder, curry powder, cinnamon, ginger

What can you always be found with?

Bitten nails – it’s been a bad habit since childhood, and sadly is one I’ve never been able to cure myself ofΒ  😦

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?

I’m making another crochet blanket at the moment, and I really appreciate having a few practical creative skills like this – making things from scratch is so therapeutic for me, whether cooking or stitching or drawing. I’m just doing a few rows a day while sitting relaxing on the sofa in the evenings, so it may take me a while to finish it… πŸ™‚


Share Your World: 25 December 2017

Daily Prompt: Cherish

My most cherished memory from Christmas 2017 will probably be my precious telephone conversation with three out of my five grandchildren – my youngest daughter’s family.

My two-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter came on first – ‘hello Nanny’, and then she began one of her epic marathon stories that I struggle to understand on the phone, but she seems happy to continue talking as long as the person on the other end of the line interjects with the occasional ‘oh, that’s good’ or whatever. Her sense of intonation is excellent, and you can hear the seriousness in her voice even when you can’t make out the exact words she’s saying.

Then my four-year-old grandson wanted to speak – he sang ‘Jingle Bells’ in good voice and listed all his favourite Christmas presents – including a pirate ship and a finger-puppet thing. But he was so excited to ‘show’ me everything he was running round the room with the phone in his hand pointing out his new toys he forgot to hold the phone still and talk into it, so that was quite a chaotic conversation.

And lastly my six-year-old granddaughter was effervescent with her usual bubbly enthusiasm, greeting me with ‘Merry Christmas Nanny!’ before also listing her favourite presents, and telling me about all her sister’s presents too. I really adore hearing her chatter away on the phone, telling me about what matters to her most on any given day – what happened at school, how many teeth she’s lost, what she’s eaten for dinner…

I love so much that they like to talk to me, want to tell me those little things that are of course the big things to children. Living so far away, those precious little conversations with my lovely little people truly mean the absolute world to me ❀

Daily Prompt: Cherish

Daily Prompt: Mild

Mild-mannered I am not – especially not after a full day at work in a busy London pub. And particularly not after a day like yesterday.

Last night I came home tired and stiff and cranky and replaying in my head all those difficult complaint conversations with customers, winding myself up all over again and creating new versions of my potential response that I could never actually say to anyone without finding myself abruptly unemployed. I do always try to be polite and helpful but oh, some people can seriously try my patience.

Part of my problem is that I’m the oldest employee in the pub by a whole generation at least – not only are my oldest work colleagues all younger than my children, but also a few are only actually a year or so older than my eldest grandchild. So when customers are unhappy with any part of the service they have received, they always tend to gravitate towards me to complain to. It’s as is if they deliberately search me out, ignoring everyone else.

I listen attentively, but am generally unable to do much more than refer them on to the duty manager, which inexplicably irritates them even more because as far as they’re concerned I’m not dealing with their complaint personally but passing the buck. In my defence this is in fact me doing my job correctly and following company policy. Yet it’s as if some customers conflate me being visibly the most senior-in-age person present as me also being the person with the most seniority of position.

Anyway, I survived another busy Christmas Eve in the pub without losing my job, and thankfully am now looking forward to a much quieter Christmas Day at home – Happy Christmas everyone! πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Mild

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: ‘Yule, You’ll, Yul’

You’ll be lucky to get much coherent sense out of me today, I had a really busy,Β hectic shift at work yesterday and will no doubt have an even busier, hectic shift at work tomorrow – such are the joys or working in a London pub over the Christmas and New Year period, it really is the gift that never stops giving!

I’m not the most Christmassy of people at the best of times, but this year I’m trying really hard to be less ‘Bah Humbug’ about it all so instead of focusing on the Christian religious festival I’m going even further back to consider investing more in the traditional Yuletide celebrations of the winter solstice.

I really like the idea of decorating my home with evergreens like holly and mistletoe, of having candles and clove-studded fruit and nuts and spices and suchlike strewn around to symbolise the natural wonders of this time of year and give thanks for the new seasonal cycle of life about to begin.

Maybe this might be the best way for me to celebrate the season going forward – not to pretend to join in with the capitalist commercialisation of Christmas, or even the Christian hi-jacking of old Yuletide traditions but to find my own way through with a more thoughtful and peaceful festival of my own choosing?

I could go on and on here, going round and round in circles wittering away and working things out in my head and on the hoof, but instead I’ll take a leaf out of Yul Brynner’s famous portrayal of the King of Siam in ‘The King an I’ and leave you all with his immortal phrase, ‘Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…’ πŸ™‚

Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday rambling was brought to you by the fabulous prompt words ‘Yule, You’ll, Yul’…

Daily Prompt: Miraculous

A somewhat tongue-in-cheek response to today’s Daily Prompt

Three wishes that would definitely be miraculous this Christmas:-

Having a quiet, easy shift in the pub on Christmas Eve;

Me not over-indulging in chocolate, second helpings, leftovers and alcohol over the entire festive period;

All over-indulgent food choices (see above) containing zero added calories, including my new-found favourite liqueur (see below) – a blend of Irish whisky, cream, and salted caramel – it tastes just like alcoholic butterscotch, beautifully rich and flavourful πŸ™‚