Tag: #Cold
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Silent (and thoughtful) Sunday…
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Image by bohacekmarek from Pixabay I never know if Sunday is the end of the week, or the beginning of a new one. Today, it’s the end of waiting and worrying for me, but it’s not as easy as that sounds. I have news, but it’s ongoing and hardly conclusive yet. But it has given me such a…
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A Brand new Day… and we are Snowing!
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A Brand new Day… and we are Snowing! Yesterday was a busy day, with a Doctor’s appointment and a family visit. Although I am no closer to knowing what’s wrong with me, at least my Doctor seems to be in control of the situation. She thinks my long-standing earache should be investigated, so a visit…
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Too Cold for Comfort…
Image by Susanne Jutzeler, Schweiz, from Pixabay Image by congerdesign from Pixabay This is a continuation of my recent post about how pleased I am that I am writing again. And I really am, but there is something else going on. Or not, depending on how you look at it. Something I am having trouble coping with. I didn’t mention it…
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The Sun is Shining, but it’s a Terrible day…
I am feeling dreadful today, and had forgotten just how miserable a streaming cold can be… I know, not sure where this came from either… Better tomorrow? Jaye
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Jaye’s Week…
I awoke one morning a few days ago, to find the world outside my window had turned white, but it wasn’t the snow we had been promised. A thick frost lay over everything and a mist crawled slowly along the ground like a predatory animal. A perfect picture postcard. I was up early and had…
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Cold Christmas… #Poetry
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Cold Christmas I recognise the darkness, the chill in the airThe Christmas wish that didn’t come to passThe lonely streets of LondonSo many feet rushing byThe occasional clink of a coin drops in my old hatA kind strangerplacing a wrapped sandwich in my lapI sit here on borrowed time with one wish in mindTo find…
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Cold… #Poetry
Cold Frost white morning I slip my head beneath my duvet No way are my feet moving From this warm cover Today I stay hidden from the world To dream of things to come A future made of stardust With bright green jewels A land where you leave a wish Knowing it will come…