The book is open on the floor, I can see it upside down.

But I’m sitting on the sofa, in my dressing gown.

I really should salute the sun, stretch my arms up high.

But I’m finding it a struggle, to bid the night goodbye.

I promised that I’d practice, some sequences everyday.

Ashtanga manual’s open wide, I left it in the way.

To remember to do my yoga, focusing on the task.

If I want to work my core, and my blooming body to last.

Trust – DP

I’m guilty and I know it,

I have not been as on top.

Of those lovely posts that you write,

I’m sure there’s been a lot.

That’s the thing with weekends,

good friends come to call.

I’ve had good fun, of course,

but on your blogs I’ve stalled.

But know that I’ll be back real soon,

I promise to catch up.

Trust me to put more hours in,

and find a reading slot 😊


In Brighton there’s a nudist beach, 

for all to just go and be.

If your into taking your clothes off, 

so other folk can see.

It’s not my sort of pleasure, 

I’d rather cover up.

I’m getting on in years now, 

I’m not such a young pup.

I don’t like to go down there, 

I rather not walk by.

But it’s okay as there’s a pile of stones 

and I keep my eyes to the sky. 

But the other day I tripped right up, 

when I was collecting stones.

I had my eyes cast downward, 

then into that place I did roam.

When I looked up I had a shock, 

nude bodies was all I could see.

I shut my eyes so fast again, 

clumsy, clumsy me! 


I promise to do my best to do my duty to God, to serve the Queen and help other people and keep the Brownie Guide law

Well that was a promise I broke, I’ve broken a few in my time and that is probably how it should be because we are always changing.  I’m not the young girl who made that promise all those years ago.  Or am I the woman who promised to worship and obey my ex-husband.  In fact, worshipping him went out the window not soon after he walked out the door.

We constantly change ourselves, our views and capabilities.  I told mum I would’t talk to strangers, I promised her I wouldn’t.  I absolutely love talking to strangers now and the stranger the better!  I mean, how would you ever make friends if you didn’t talk to strangers.

I think there should be a time span on promises.  I promise for the next year, or until I’m grown up and clever I won’t talk to strangers.  Oh and then maybe the apart from, like Santa when I sit on his lap, or the policeman when I get lost.  The more I think about it the more I think promises are ridiculous things invented to scare children!

Some I do keep, like if I promise not to tell a secret, I can be trusted with confidences, I will take them to the grave but as for the rest, I’m not really into promises 😉


I know your watching over me

and that your always there.

It sometimes gives me jitters 

if I slip on one of those stairs.

I know you see when I make mistakes, 

getting it so wrong.

When you were here I wouldn’t of said, 

with a nose so very long.

I wonder if there is anything,

that I can really hide away.

That you won’t know and haven’t seen 

when we meet again someday. 

Does it cause you worry now, 

or have those old days gone.

I’m guessing that it doesn’t, 

now your views so long.

I’m sort of getting used to it, 

you knowing everything I do.

I wouldn’t take it from anyone, 

I’ll make the exception for you.

Sometimes when I’m eating cheese,

I stop and think of you.

Knowing if your watching, 

that you would want some too.

Have I found the funny side, 

am I really making fun

But then I have your sense of humour, 

don’t I precious mum.

So you carry on watching me, 

I like to have you near.

But I don’t want any of your nagging, 

am I making myself clear.

Is there a humorous side to death, I think if you had the same sense of fun in life there has to be.  I’m often thinking what my mum would think of the pure unadulterated me. Don’t get me wrong there wasn’t much she didn’t know about me, we were very close but there are those little things we keep to ourselves. I find lies difficult, even harder now as I know she can see.  It’s like I’m checking see will approve or at least not disagree.

She wouldn’t judge she’s not like that but I think I may have disappointed her once or twice.  You see this is the other side of missing someone, if it’s true life goes on and that’s what I believe then they see everything you do!

I think I’m getting more like my mum but then that might well be because she’s around me all the time, maybe subtly influencing me. Like when I put one of her belts around my waist or throw one of her necklaces on.

Have you ever braked hard, throwing you arm protectively across the passenger seat in an empty car? I have!

Liking my Own Company 

I’m not lonely anymore now, I just like to be alone.

If you need me you can get me, I’ll always have my phone.

I’ve got used to my own company, I don’t worry what I say.

If you interrupt my solitude, you’ll have to go away.

It’s funny being by yourself, you have no one to blame.

No one turns the TV over, as that’s the greatest pain.

One plate and pan for washing up, a minute or so to do.

It’s not that I’m not interested, not that I don’t like you.

I’ve just got rather long in the tooth, prefer my own company.

So do me a favour and bugger off,  I’m happier when it’s only me.

Sold to the Elephant

Yesterday was interesting, not my normal sort of day at all.  A neighbour, who I happen to love asked me if I would help him in a business meeting as a scribe for the day.  I had plenty to do, but I agreed because I love him.  I’ve told you about him before, my wonderful homeopath who gave me the butterfly remedy and helped me to fly.  Anyway he also makes shampoos, along with a range of hair products that give volume for those of us that need it.  It’s called Swell and it is honestly amazing!

Well, it was an interesting meeting yesterday, I got a lot out of it, I love sales and marketing.  I find it interesting because I think that life revolves around sales in a way.  We sell all the time, ourselves, an idea, a way of life, our passions and beliefs, it doesn’t have to cost money but it does involve give and take. Relationships are sales in a sort of way as we present ourselves to others, we lay our stalls out and they see if there is anything there of fancy.

I started my career in retail sales and moved over to the care field, instead of selling fine cashmere and silk I now help others see how to move on in life, overcome obstacles and reach their potential.  This cannot be done without being able to paint a picture of a better future, I have to sell the idea for them to believe it possible.  Training is sales, you have to get others to understand the concept and how it will work to achieve a goal.  In building a business or a person we have to find the core values and work from there.

Anyway back to the meeting,  my friend is in partnership with a very good hairdresser, he has worked in the West End for years, has an excellent reputation and has made a tidy sum with a pair of scissors.  I had obviously washed my hair for the occasion of course, you would wouldn’t you, but immediately felt that it looked terrible, particularly on a day that would be focussed on volume.  I joked on the way to the meeting room that I could do with him giving my hair some attention one day.  He responded by saying, ‘I wish you would, I think it every time I see you’.  Oh my god, I know he was joking but I hadn’t realised it looked that bad!

Later that afternoon the hairdresser, was unconsciously looking at me when he was talking about giving volume to fine, limp and thinning hair.  I interrupted and jokingly asked why he was looking at me while talking about this sort of hair,  he laughed and made the excuse that he was reading the flip chart behind me.  The marketing  chap leading the meeting pretended to tick his pad saying, ‘Well that’s the elephant in the room taken care of!’

Swell honestly is brilliant, particularly for those women like me with thin, flyaway hair.  It does create volume, it is a professional product but also affordable.  I’m going back to Swell today, I’m going to use the three step system, cleans, nourish and hydrate and I’m going to have  fabulous, hair with amazing volume.  And another thing,  I’m certainly taking up that offer of a haircut!  I must say it’s a bloody good job I love these people.

Do me a favour, if this interests you and like me you make an order, tell them you heard about it from an elephant  😉

Panic – DP

I’m feeling somewhat fragile, my mind is in a spin.

I’m walking on a knife edge, where did it begin.

With my nerves in tiny pieces, trembling as I go.

Don’t tell me not to panic, I’m highly strung you know.

What if it really happens, where will we be then.

Don’t patronize me,  I don’t want to count to ten.

Your not helping in the slightest, you might as well go home.

Oh, just you wait a moment, while I get the phone.

It’s okay, panics over, they got there safe and sound.

What do you mean you told me, I never heard a sound.

Now that it is really over, let us share some time.

I will cook the dinner and you can pour the wine 😉




Fun response to Daily Prompt – Panic



Yesterday I met a woman with the most amazing shoes.  What was amazing apart from how they looked on her beautiful legs and feet was that she had been walking her dog!  I had to take a photo, I asked nicely and luckily she obliged.

Having flat feet myself I was in awe of her ability to walk in these beautiful shoes. I would have them placed on a shelf as an ornament but the thought of putting my foot inside causes my toes to curl.  I’m torn when it comes to footwear, I want to wear beautiful shoes but know that to even to attempt to walk in them would age me 20 something years.

Have you ever seen the pain on someones face attempting to walk in shoes that should have rightfully been left in the shoe shop.  The face a mask of pain with every line a huge crack,  body stiff or lurching forward to balance and walking as if in dire search of a public convenience.

There are shoes for walking and shoes for getting out of a taxi for a few steps to an event where they can be slipped off and stored secretly under a dinner table.

What was lovely yesterday is that the shoes fitted perfectly, the lady in question had the most beautiful smile on her face.  She was a natural, she walked in those shoes as if she had been born wearing them.  I think she’s known for her shoes and I can’t wait to meet her again.

My shoes of choice today are a nice comfy pair of trainers as I’m off on a hike around town.