Sounds smiles and small boys

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The present that never got presented sends out sound vibrations thought the house as I brush past fading and settling with a sigh.

She comes in eyes dancing, between laughter and smiles, she gives me a hug. Her first grandchild has arrived.

A very small boy is being frisked by his father as the shop alarm screeches.

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J M

things done, things avoided

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When I get there she is out, shopping. She comes back sits down for a mili second and while I dust the family and do, she is busy with her other "jobs".  Asking "What do you think of Michael Jackson then". 

"To be honest with you" she says "I don't really like modern pop music". Do any 90 year olds I wonder.

Black cat pulls a new trick from her hat as she pours herself under the back gate and rolls down the step.

I catch the wonderful postie and thank her for signing for the small package that she put through the letter box. A hot trip to the sorting office is best avoided. Bless her.

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just a quote

Anything is possible if you don't know what you're talking about - Green's Law of Debate

Mini beasts and confused

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The large spider by the backdoor scoots out to inspect his trap when I accidently brush past. He been on guard days no luck this time though.

Whippet and I are out for hours on our morning walk. I keep getting distracted by all the mini beast that are out and about. Wishing I had a magnifying glass for a closer look.

I drift between lounging in the sun reading my book and playing with imovie, getting confused but seemly achieving bits here and there.

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What ever next!

Extra hours, flowers and tribute

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I have been too knackered lately to keep up with the insomnia. But oh joy I was slurping tea and eating cornflakes in the wee hours. I read 2 chapters of the book and caught 2 slugs who were hunting for crumbs. How they get in I don't know and more to the point where do they hide. Even if I follow their silver trails I fail to find them. 

Wow there is a bunch of flowers on the kitchen table. The cynical part of me wonders what man about the house brought at the sale of rusty metal this morning. However I am delighted, I never get flowers even on my birthday. Refraining from enquiring about the days trawl. I give him a big kiss instead.

A lorry is engraved on a small black stone

followed by 

"Keep on truckin'  

Ben    10 4" 

I only stumble across this in my attempt to find the shadiest rout back to the car. What a lovely tribute.

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Years ago I decided should anyone dare to go against my wishes of no grave marker I want

"Here lies a tidy pile" 

The boy is going to get

"Here lies not a lot"

due to his ever ready answer to absolutely everything

And man about the house is getting

"Here lies?

I have no idea"

a perfect get out clause for nearly absolutely everything.

Of course when push come to sodding shove we often wrack our brains for the deep and meaningful, as I with Andrew. A friend sent me this. It was on his grave for ages littering up the graveyard along with the wild flowers and wooden cross man about the house made. And I keep retyping it and putting it back still.

We will harbor your memory 

We will bind our loss in the warm currents of your laughter

We will search the dark sky

For your wild blazing star

And your voice will endure

Singing out to us between the spaces in the wind

Always free 

Always free

Andrew

I would be interested to know how you would mark you and yours.

signing off with

A nod to the unknown 

Drizzle,decant,drama school

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I drive into drizzle and wish it northwards to drizzle on all over me daisies. It obliges.

There waiting for me is a bag full of bottles. Now I can decant the elderflower cordial.

She stands in front of me a child I hardly recognize, now nearly as tall as I. "You remember ages ago you said I should join a drama school, well I have". 

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Recommended Reading      credit agreement small print

(dictionary for our time)

Playing rescuing and giving

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The condensation on the window pane provokes a childhood response, and I draw spiral patterns.

They are hidden behind anemic looking plants and I bring them home to live with me. Tiny rose bushes that with a bit of tlc will display my faith in them all summer long. 

Playing lady bountiful I am giving out strawberries all over the place. And still have enough to make jam.

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Mythical figure Zero inflation

Things that fly

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There is a gathering of gliders soaring above the village, six of them catching the same thermal. Their wings are so long and thin they look fragile.  

I hear humming. A swarm, or an energetic hoover. A swarm around a chimney pot. I wonder if they are the bees that belong to the lad in the gate house.

They appear from behind a row of houses. A small red spaniel, a blue lead and then a small dark boy who practically takes off behind her as she spots chickens. The lead breaks and 3 of us try to corner the dog. I soon realize though she is only chasing with no real evil intent. But whippet can't believe his luck as one hen slowly lurches towards him. The only feathers that fly are ones he nipped at as she past. Now I have a voice that when roused booms out like at fog horn. The small dog stops in her tracks and whippet is yanked back into line via his lead. One poor exhausted hen hides in the hedge and lives to tell the tale. 

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Busy bees