Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Life flows as water Stained with a crimson passion And the Mother’s blood

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: With great pleasure I welcome Sally Cronin as my guest today. Many will already know Sally through Smorgasbord as one of the most supportive of bloggers, where she generously hosts writers, musicians and artists of all kinds, as well as sharing her own knowledge and humour. Like…

Cynthia Harrison I made my first iMovie! A few of us did most of the footage for Blue Heaven ages ago & finally it’s here. I learned a lot…like what to film next time:) View original post

Originally posted on Jens Thoughts: If this doesn’t make you smile on a Monday,  you’re a tough crowd. This is from grammarly.com “Ever make an embarrassing grammatical mistake that other people judged you for? Of course you have; we’ve all made grammatical errors at some point. Now, imagine being stuck with one of those mistakes for…

Originally posted on Jane Risdon: Canterbury Cathedral (c) Jane Risdon 2015 Last weekend I had a couple of wonderful surprise birthday treats. I’ll share my experiences with you and I hope you enjoy the photos and snippets to go with them. My youngest brother organised this one – the other treats will follow next time. The first…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: I sat upon the bedroom floor All bent, an awkward stance, I’d rather use the table But it only took a glance To see the small dog’s moulting And so, almost everywhere, In spite of all my efforts Is still sprinkled with her hair. Now chiffon isn’t…

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Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: This post is brought to you from behind the barricades,  somewhere under the dining table… about the only safe place in this house at the minute. I’m feeling a bit glum. All I’m getting is ‘not nows’ and ‘laters’. It doesn’t seem to matter where I go……

The Silent Eye The ladybird was swimming desperately as I scooped it out, feeling that little rush of warmth at having rescued the tiny creature from a watery death. It wasn’t happy, but I placed it on the side of the sink to dry out while I soaked. I would take it outside when I…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Life flows as water Stained with a crimson passion And the Mother’s blood

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: With great pleasure I welcome Sally Cronin as my guest today. Many will already know Sally through Smorgasbord as one of the most supportive of bloggers, where she generously hosts writers, musicians and artists of all kinds, as well as sharing her own knowledge and humour. Like…

Cynthia Harrison I made my first iMovie! A few of us did most of the footage for Blue Heaven ages ago & finally it’s here. I learned a lot…like what to film next time:) View original post

Originally posted on Jens Thoughts: If this doesn’t make you smile on a Monday,  you’re a tough crowd. This is from grammarly.com “Ever make an embarrassing grammatical mistake that other people judged you for? Of course you have; we’ve all made grammatical errors at some point. Now, imagine being stuck with one of those mistakes for…

Originally posted on Jane Risdon: Canterbury Cathedral (c) Jane Risdon 2015 Last weekend I had a couple of wonderful surprise birthday treats. I’ll share my experiences with you and I hope you enjoy the photos and snippets to go with them. My youngest brother organised this one – the other treats will follow next time. The first…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: I sat upon the bedroom floor All bent, an awkward stance, I’d rather use the table But it only took a glance To see the small dog’s moulting And so, almost everywhere, In spite of all my efforts Is still sprinkled with her hair. Now chiffon isn’t…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: This post is brought to you from behind the barricades,  somewhere under the dining table… about the only safe place in this house at the minute. I’m feeling a bit glum. All I’m getting is ‘not nows’ and ‘laters’. It doesn’t seem to matter where I go……

The Silent Eye The ladybird was swimming desperately as I scooped it out, feeling that little rush of warmth at having rescued the tiny creature from a watery death. It wasn’t happy, but I placed it on the side of the sink to dry out while I soaked. I would take it outside when I…