Time to write

Saturday morning the sun is shining and we have had a relatively calm week at home which is just as well as I have had a busy few days at work.

My short story has been well received by those in my office who have been privileged to read it. Now I am writing a second short story which may well end up being chapter two of a short book….you never know. In the past when I have written fiction I have put it online for my friends to read. Now I am not doing that until I have decided what to do with it.  I have been told for years that I should get my writing published. After several years I am finally coming to believe that I might be ready to investigate further.

short tale

In the UK it has been a public holiday weekend. Each weekend my colleagues in the office ask me if I have any plans for the weekend. I have taken to saying that just to survive it would be a good plan.

This weekend especially with it being a 3 day weekend I decided that I would write a short story. I have decided that I need to get back to writing fiction. I am often asked by friends when am I going to write my first book. I am not convinced that I am able to write a whole book but maybe a group of short stories are within my ability.

I spent most of Saturday mulling over a variety of subjects to write about….inspiration, or rather the lack of it, is my biggest problem. My second biggest problem is that I find writing speech difficult. I much prefer setting the scene, thinking up twists etc. But writing speech holds me back from writing more often.

Eventually after several hours I came up with an idea. I got the first sentence written and then the next. How to continue? I have no choice this has to be written mostly in speech otherwise the story won’t work. 570+ words later I saved my new story into a new folder “short stories” in my documents. I would continue later once I had decided where the story was going to next.

It was Sunday morning when I was ready to continue, this was when I discovered that my computer had decided not to recognise me. My profile wouldn’t load. My son managed to copy most of my files over to another (non administrator) profile on my laptop. But the folder containing my short stories file was locked, I cannot gain access, my password is not working. Unable to retrieve my story I had to re-write it.

Today I finished writing my new story.

Here is a short excerpt.

‘Green tea or builders?’

‘Oh right, got any coffee I do love me coffee I does. How about yer show me around so I can see whats what while that kettle boils.’

‘Um er I’ll have a look we might have some coffee but none of us drink it so I can’t promise. Ah yes he we go, I better check the date though as I have no idea how long it’s been there. Oh that’s ok ha ha it’s in date by 2 months. I hope you don’t take sugar cos we don’t use it well the kids do but me and Katie don’t.’

‘No ta I brung me sweetner wiv me, carry it everywhere just in case folks don’t have any.’

Billy set off up the stairs with Helen following still chattering but Billy wasn’t really listening.

‘As you can see this is the bathroom, you might want to start with this and the kitchen, I’m going back to work, let me know if you need anything.’ 



Two months ago I started writing my account of our trip to California. I have enjoyed doing this, not only have I enjoyed sharing our trip with you but it has been lovely reliving our memories of the trip. It is also something we can go back to in the future to remind us of the wonderful time we had.

I have found that whilst I started off well it has not been easy to get to the end. Not because I don’t remember, I do and I am in the middle of a post about San Francisco. However life since we returned from our trip has taken a turn that we couldn’t foresee. This change in my home life has made it difficult for me to dedicate time to writing my blog or reading and commenting on your blogs.

Please forgive me and hopefully normal service will be resumed in the not too distant future.

C is for cancer

Months ago I decided that from time to time I would write a random post following the letters of the alphabet. I did A here and B here now it is the turn of C.

Now I could write a list of things beginning with C but I have chosen to write a short post concerning Cancer.

Earlier today I read this on facebook.

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.. We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, ‘Mom let’s run through the rain,’
She said.
‘What?’ Mom asked.

‘Let’s run through the rain!’ She repeated.

‘No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,’ Mom replied.

This young child waited a minute and repeated: ‘Mom, let’s run through the rain..’

‘We’ll get soaked if we do,’ Mom said.

‘No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,’ the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

‘This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?’

‘Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘ If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything! ‘ ‘

The entire crowd stopped dead silent.. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain.. We all stood silently. No one left. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

‘Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD let’s us get wet, well maybe we just need washing,’ Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They got soaked.

They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

This reminded me of one morning probably about 10 years ago.

One of my boys was feeling too poorly to go to school. Skater and I were talking about Statto never having a day off from school. Skater turned to me and said…..

Mummy you don’t get ill either you just had cancer.

To me that was incredible.

I felt that my young child knew that his mother had been very ill with Cancer but had survived so for him the word Cancer was not as scary as it is to many people.

He is now 17 and not quite so blaze about this word which makes grown men cry.

Happy in my own way

Do something for yourself she said……………

So I indulged in a bit of pruning followed by checking my birdfeeders that hand from the non flowering cherry tree. It was then that the idea struck.

It is something I have wanted to do since the beginning but never did until today.


IMG_1120 unfortunately the ground was a little too soft after the recent heavy rain. So I had to try again.

IMG_1121  IMG_1122 Now I can see the bird feeders quite clearly from my seat at the breakfast bar. Owl thinks I have gone quite mad!

my boys think I have really been pushing the boat out!

As for me I am just waiting for bird supper time to arrive 🙂


I can’t believe it, the time has gone so fast.

It is almost two months now since we got back from California and I still have not had time to finish writing about that experience.

When we came home it was going to be about 5 weeks before my step children arrived in the UK for a 3 week visit. Last night they were here for a farewell meal with myself and Owl along with Skater and Pug, (my younger two sons.) Today we are meeting up with Missy M and Mr T briefly for the last time for who knows how long. Tomorrow they fly back to California and we will be back to relying on skpe and email.

It has been great to see them here and show them our new home. It has been good for them to meet 3 out of 4 of my son’s their new step brothers. It has been great creating new memories and cementing relationships.

During the three weeks they have been here there have been a number of get togethers for  different combinations of family members, including an evening up on the hill looking out over Portsmouth eating ginormous burgers. An afternoon of tenpin bowling and a weekend visit to our beach retreat.

I only hope that time will be kind to us and we will manage to be together on the same side of the pond again in the not too distant future.