Sarah

No Solution

“Mum! Nooooooo.”
His scream was shrill and distraught. My heart beat hard against my chest. What on earth was wrong, this time? But before I could call back, an angry shout came towards me accompanied by footstamps on the stairs.
“What have you done? I can’t wear this.”
I quickly unlocked the bathroom door, still doing up my flies.
“You know Mum’s not here; I’ll be there in a moment, James.”
But he was already standing outside the door, waiting for me.
“Look, Dad.” He held out two articles of clothing. Two pink articles of clothing, still wet from the washing machine. Continue reading “No Solution”

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.

Gardening with the radio on is a Sunday treat. I have a solar powered, wind up radio and if it is sunny or at least relatively bright I can listen all the time without winding. (I am however indoors just now as a large cloud followed by a heavy downpour brought me inside.) Continue reading “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.”

Ambidextrous alliance?

I can’t find any photo evidence, but I think Nick Clegg is right handed. (Strange really, pictures of politicians used to frequently show them signing important documents, but very few do these days) Apparently David Cameron is believed to be the first left-handed Prime Minister since James Callaghan.
Does that make this new political situation an ambidextrous alliance between Conservative and Liberal Democrats, or that we’ll have a situation where the left hand won’t know what the right is doing?

Wet, wet, wet

I planned to garden but it is very wet out there, so have scanned the local paper for plants sales. There’s a good one on this morning fairly locally.

I’m creating a new bed this year as my ‘best bed’ is no longer visible from my kitchen window (the extension hides it from me) so I’m planning to plant in front of the yew hedge. Continue reading “Wet, wet, wet”

Question Time

Radio 4’s question time is being held at school this evening (going out at 8pm) and my eldest and his Dad may have a chance to ask a question of the team- Michael Portillo and Shirley Williams will be there tonight, as well as Charles Clark and Daniel Finelstein

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If you had a chance, what would you be asking?

Deadlines

In case anyone is interested in submitting to this thread, there is a deadline of elecshun nite, by 8 pm.A short story in 500 words or less, including the question

Why didn’t you ring?

Come on flashers, where are you?

Memory food

I remember my first taste of yoghurt. It was a spoonful of strawberry Ski yoghurt from my mother’s bowl one evening. I had gone to bed at the usual time and later, after a long time trying to sleep I had crept back to the sitting room. We were staying at my maternal grandparents house and we had only recently returned from South Africa. I curled up on the sofa next to Mother. Continue reading “Memory food”