Thank you, Janus for your timely reminder that some of us are not exactly pulling our weight.
Moving day went as well as can be expected, and I dare say I will recover from the trauma in the next few months. Meanwhile, I cannot find anything or rather essentials always seem to be at the bottom of the large packing case we open. We have most of our furniture in the garage and about fifty packing cases still unopened. Packing cases which we have explored line the hall, mostly full of stuff which we can happily live without! I thought I had successfully de-cluttered but it would appear not.
I know I have been slightly conspicuous by my absence from cyber-space for a while, but I have been busy.
Daughter No.1 is to be married on 28th September, and we are moving house in early October. We are relocating to Dorset which was our intention about five years ago. If the telephone and broadband transfer goes smoothly, we shall be back on line on the 9th.
If nothing else we have made headway with clearing out heaps of rubbish and general unwanted clutter which we found in the attic, shed and cupboards. This has all been given away, recycled or consigned to landfill, and it’s taken an age.
Many thanks to all those who entered :
Janus’ soon to be ex-dwelling and good luck with your move to a very lovely spot without the wind turbine horror.
Soutie’s very pleasant Port Alfred weekend retreat by the ocean.
Christina’s “Des res, iron age style” : interesting take on the theme.
Christopher submitted a photograph of a modest London residence occasionally inhabited by HM Queen Elizabeth II.
The theme this time is dwellings: abode, castle, commorancy, den, digs, domicile,dump, establishment, habitat, habitation, haunt, hole in the wall, house, lodging, pad, quarters, or residence.
Sorry for the delay but here are the eagerly awaited (by Janus anyway), and hastily composed results of the February/March Poetry Competition.
Thank you all for your contributions, and PapaG – although yours was too late to be included in the judging - I did enjoy reading your topical verse. Read more…
Hackney Planning Watch, which opposes the Stamford Hill Neighbourhood Forum, has posted a flyer warning “Act now! Your neighbourhood is in danger!”
In a London borough there are tensions between the indigenous residents and a group whose religious and cultural values clash. The birthrate for this group is high. It is estimated the average family has eight children and these children are predominantly educated at faith schools. They need more accommodation and more schools, as the population is estimated to double over the next twenty years. The men, many are bearded, often wear very distinctive, traditional clothing and their women dress modestly and cover their hair in public.
Does this all sound familiar?
I am cold, no matter how I warm
Or clothe me;
O Winter, greater bards have sung
I loathe thee!
Final stanza from “To Winter” by Eugene O’Neill
The theme for your literary gems this time is Weather: any poetic form is acceptable. May I please have your entries by midnight on the 11th March 2013.
Just add your entries to this thread or link your own posts.
Our handsome lady proudly struts and pats her curls in place;
Clad in frills and furbelowed, a smile upon her face.
Her small, soft hands are clad in kid, her shoes are made of silk,
Her eyes a sparkling cornflower blue, her skin as pale as milk.