For those of you who read my poems, a big thank you.

You're always with me when I feel happy or blue.

But I'm going to take a break for a while.

Not that my poetry has become a trial.

I need to chill out for a while, smell the roses so to speak.

It may be less or more than a week.

But I'll be back, that's a given.

Because I like being creative and driven.

So bye for now and see you soon.

When is the next full moon?

Be back soon x

A Strawberry tale

I opened the fridge and took out the strawberries and put them on the counter.

They didn't realise who they were about to encounter. 

I pulled open the lid and they kamikazed off the top, 

fell onto the floor and went PLOP!

But I chased after those furry little blighters as they travelled south.

I scooped them all up and popped them in my mouth.

Time to move on

What ever way we voted, it's time to move on.

Time to remain resilient and strong.

Time to pull together and unite.

Not continue this dogged fight.

What's done is done and that's a fact,

so let us all approach this decision with humility and tact.

We must get on with this the best way we can.

and the whole of Europe needs to implement a fair plan.

Fair weather friend

My moods are giving me whiplash, because I now feel great.

Not at all moody, irritable or irate.

I should get an Oscar, the way I perform,

when kicking up an almighty storm.

Invisible

I've got nothing to say

I'm looking down a dark alleyway

I'm making no headway

My soul is drifting away

Drizzle is my best friend.

There's a mist flowing over the top of the isle.

It's been there for quite a while.

It's my friend now, on a hot summer's day.

But I know, it's not here to stay.

The mist often comes to visit me,

when I'm sitting in the garden sipping tea.

I can see it creeping around the houses and through the streets,

and I know it's me it wants to meet.

It acts as an umbrella to shield me from what's out there.

But when it lifts, beware!

For when the shroud lifts and I can see the world, 

that's when life's troubles unfurl.

For it's safe indoors, hiding under the gloom.

letting the mist unfurl in every room.

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But now, the sun is trying to break through as it usually does,

and it's time to enter a world full uncertainties and fuss.

Weigh to go

The boys are out and I'm home alone,

 trying vehemently not to eat that scone.

But alas, it's not just that, from when I wake,

I'm constantly trying not to eat cake.

Not a minute goes by without me thinking of food,

but not to eat cakes and sweeties approaching sell by date, well, that would just be rude.

After all, I don't want to waste money and let it rot.

Perhaps I should learn how to tie a reef knot?

I'm serious, in order to stop me eating for England, I need to keep busy.

Because stopping myself from eating is making me weary.

So next week, I'm going to make a point, of taking a walk every day.

And hopefully, that will keep my calorific intake at bay.

The trouble is, I like writing, reading and blogging and

it's going to be out of my comfort zone to go jogging.

JUST WALK! I hear you say.

So okay, I'll start on Monday.

NO! Not today.

Or tomorrow........because it's Sunday.

We all have to have a day of rest,

and I get tired too, sat here dribbling in my vest.

Hair today, gone tomorrow!

My Alopecia Areata is getting a little thin now!
It's starting to spread to my eyebrow.

But the good news is, it's staying in one place.
It's not strayed to the edge of my face.

I think there are little follicles in the bald patch, but I'm not really sure,
and at the moment, this hair loss is a little too much too endure.

I'd love to let my hair escape and run wild.
To have it cut and styled.

But alas, I cannot let it go free.
Because its spreading and annoying me.

Thankfully, my hair is long and I can put it up in bun,
to hide the bald patch that's giving me no fun.

But still, I long for those days when my husband can run his hands through my hair,
without leaving it everywhere.

Before, it grew again quite fast, but now, it's not getting thick.
This hair loss is getting on my wick.

I've always been philosophical in my approach to this.
However, today, I feel as if I'm falling into the abyss.

And the texture of  my hair has changed too.
It's condition has gone askew.

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So what is the good side of losing my hair?
Absolutely, nothing. I just wish my hair was there!

If I were younger it would probably look cool.
but being wrinkly and old just makes you look a fool.

Alas, as there is nothing I can do,
I thought I would express all my feelings to you.

Yawn

Oh dear!  I am up early today.

Loads of time to work and play.

I'll look at in a positive way,

because it's going to be a long, long day.

I'm going to have to make it a productive time,

and not spend all my time on rhyme.

What's the time now, let me see.

It's only seven o'clock, oh glee!

Proud Mummy

My son is in the second year of University and at the end of this year he got a First.

I'm so chuffed, I feel ready to burst!

There's motion in the ocean.

He's swishing and swashing on the crest of a wave.
In the pursuit of a medal, he is a slave.

He bounces and flounces in the air.
His safety balances on a wing and prayer.

He's concentrating at a level never seen before.
He's an Olympic superstar.



And on the shore, the onlookers roar.
As if they are fighting an epic war.

They cogitate and deliberate,
as the athlete flies along the strait.

He feels the nation is on his side.
For they have come from far and wide.



But still he battles the elements and braces himself.
For prestige without wealth.

Football

England, no penalties please!
Don't bring me to my knees.
Get those goals in open play.
From your mission do not stray.

Set piece goals are just fine.
Just make sure you get them in real time.
We don't want any controversy.
Don't let me hear that word...PENALTY!

When I grow up

When I grow up I want to be an Emu,

because if they feel affronted, they can spit at you.

Or a Lizard, because they are highly strung,

and if you anger them, they will whip you with their tongue.

Or a pigeon, because if they feel blue,

they will simply poo on you.

I must get a life!

Said the doctor to his wife.

   

Danger! Danger!

I looked in the cupboard and there it was.

A big fat chocolate brownie.

I had to eat it of course,

because it was the biggest gooiest cake in the whole of the county.

I spied some doughnuts too,

and three welsh cakes.

But alas, I can't have them with a brew.

Because they're for my hubby and son, so I'll have to eat the grapes.

Or the strawberries, they are better, because when you drop them on the floor, they stay where they are.

Unlike grapes, who roll and roll and roll.

And can only be seen from afar.

It's a minefield out there

I have another interview and it's soon.

In fact, it's still in June.

But I'm not getting my hopes up, because life is a funny thing.

Sometimes the interviewer will think you're great, but with others, you just can't win.

It seems to me, I don't get the interviews that go well.

 So I hope I get the jobs that are not so swell.

It's a minefield out there.

So employees, beware. 

Look after your knees, and your legs will look after themselves.

We shouldn't take our legs or knees for granted, they're a wonderful thing.

They're really cool, until they start to sting.

I was walking down the road, when suddenly...

my leg stung like mad.

Seriously, it was that bad.

I couldn't put my leg on the ground, it hurt so much,

I really needed a crutch.

I had to grab hold of my son's arm and hobble down the street.

He was so sweet.

It's sad to say, but when your knees and legs are in a mess,

you don't know what to do for the best.

My hubby said it was probably cramp, but I'm not so sure,

 when your leg goes all wobbly and you nearly hit the floor.

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Although, I'm still hobbling slightly,

I'm feeling rather sprightly.

But I will share this secret with you.

Because, hey, that's what I do.

For the first time in my life I was a little fearful.

Because I suddenly realised that life is not a dress rehearsal.

I don't want my children to look after me.

I want them to live their own life and be free.

And in order to do that,

I'm going to have to stop my legs from going splat!

Job hunting is so much fun, is that a pun?

I never realised how exhausting it is searching for work.

You have to do loads of fieldwork.

But there are loads of closing dates this week and next, so hopefully, should hear either way.

I hope I'm not going to be looking at my emails every day.

 I'm determined not to let this job hunting get to me.

Because it's sunny outside and I've got an endless supply of tea.

But if you fancy going on this job hunting journey with me. 

look at the link below and come and see. 

suewww3.blogspot.co.uk

RANT  RANT  RANT 

What a world we live in when children hanker to be like film stars, pop stars or reality show stars.

Who play to the camera and are photographed in bars.

They want bigger boobs, duck lips and bigger butts.

They must really be in a rut.

They hanker after a dream that is not real,

unless they get a magazine deal.

I'm not saying that all stars should can not be role models, for some have talent and work hard.

But some just take advantage of those who don't have a million pound credit card.

What happened to looking up to everyday people who are trying their best.
To just pay the bills and feel less stressed.

It's because, as long as they have their diamonds and their yachts, 
they couldn't care less for us hard working lot.

We need to look up to the people who help others,
and those folk who feel they have to hide under the covers.

Because guys, material things can make you happy for a while.
But real happiness comes from making people smile.

For the first time since forever, feeling chilled

Feeling so relaxed and chilled.

My dreams have been fulfilled.

My family is together and I feel so relaxed.

I don't feel at all taxed.

Let's hope when he leaves on Monday, my mood will not go down.

I will try to remain upbeat and not frown.

Because the family are going on holiday together soon, and I can look forward to that. 

So I won't turn to comfort food and get fat.

He's also helped me transfer my files from my computer onto my laptop.

I thought the two novels I wrote had been for the chop.

I only had to save them in a different format.

But I didn't know that!

Did I mention my son's coming home for the weekend?

Waiting for a call or message from my son, so that we can pick him up from the station.

I'd just like to relay that to the nation.

Because did I mention, my son is coming home for the weekend,

but while I'm waiting, I seem to be at a loose end.

So what better way to while away the time, then to immerse myself in my writing.

It makes this day even more exciting.

Oh by the way, did I mention my son is coming home today.

Hopefully, he's on his way.

But I'll just pop to facebook, just to see.

If he's not teasing me.

But he's not done that before, but things can crop up.

I really need time to speed up.

Yippee, my phone just went.

It must be something he's sent.

Yes, his text I have seen.

Got to meet him at 2.15

My Favourite Sweeties

Crunchies
 Give you the munchies

Sherbet Pips
Stay on the hips

Fry's Chocolate Cream
 A real dream

Love Hearts
Top of the charts

Jazzies
Are snazzy

Flumps
Give me goose bumps

Maltesers ( My favourites)
Now they're the trailblazers





Factoid

Did you know that Jelly Babies were once called ' Peace Babies' and were made in 1918 to commemorate the end of the first world war. Their name was relaunched in the 1950's.

The  pleasure is all mine   NOT!

I've got to take the washing out of the machine, oh bliss!

All this housework business really makes me want to hiss.

I'm not working at the moment, so it's only right,

that I should do all the housework without a fight.

 I'm used to sharing the chores and it's a bit of a bind.

But it wouldn't be right to say anything, that would be so unkind...

When that man of mine is bringing home the bacon.

The least I can do is the housework, but if anyone thinks I like it, they're very much mistaken.

I really need something that can do it for me, something robotic.

And that way, I won't get psychotic.

Of course, the answer is to get a job and I'm trying.

I'm constantly applying.

But no employers are getting back to me,

even though I have a degree.

So in a Galaxy far, far away, until someone gives me a job.

I will have to ask my hubby for a few bob.

I wonder if he has a few quid to hire a maid?

I know the answer I'm afraid!

So, it's back to the housework, which I will do for free.

I wonder what we'll have for tea?

I think I'll do something that I can put in the oven that cooks real fast.

Because doing the dinner is a real blast.

Just like the ironing, the washing up; hanging out the clothes and doing the dusting.

It's all annoying... and disgusting.

Oh well, better get the washing out.

Even if it does makes me want to pout.