Twittering Tale #85 – 22 May 2018

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.

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Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

She always said “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!” and that applied now, more than any other time. She had a dream, and this hotel was to form the basis of that dream. A new start. A new life. Away from all the horrors of the past. She could see it now, her dream, her life.

(279 characters)

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 20/05/2018

img_1345-3We have a slight change this week for Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday. Instead of the usual word prompt, we have to choose “a song from an artist/singer who shares your name”

Well, I am lucky! I can choose my First name, or my Surname.

I thought of Peter, Paul, and Mary, Peter Gabriel,   Peter and Gordon, Peter André,  Ian Matthews, without even pausing, but then decided to opt for Peters and Lee.

Lennie Peters, born Leonard Sargent, was the uncle of Charlie Watts, the Rolling Stones drummer. He was also extremely unfortunate to be blinded in one eye, in a car accident at the age of 5. As if that wasn’t enough bad luck, he lost the sight of his other eye at the age of 16.

He teamed up with Dianne Lee in 1970 and they had a successful 10 year career together.

This song was their only number 1 hit, a simple song about a reunited love.

 

Welcome Home
I’m so alone, my love without you
You’re part of everything I do
When you come back, and you’re beside me
These are the words I’ll say to you
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You’ve been gone, too long
Welcome, you’re home once more
I thought of all the things I’d say to you
When you come back to me someday
When you are here and we’re together
With all my heart you’ll hear me say
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You’ve been gone, too long
Welcome, you’re home once more
There are so many lonely people
Why must they ever be apart
I hope someday you’ll be together
Singing these words with all your heart
Songwriters: Bryan Blackburn / Jean Dupre / Gerard Fallec

#SixWordStoryChallenge – 19th May 2018

Kirstwrites and Wonderwall have recently taken on the running of this Six Word Story Challenge. Why not pop across and see what it’s all about.

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Challenge open Saturday 19th May 2018 – Thursday 24th May 2018

Welcome to the Six Word Story Challenge.

For those who have never dropped by before a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT.

And…. drumroll…. This week’s prompt is:

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Twittering Tale #83 – 8 May 2018

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.

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Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

Ah, there you are Carruthers! What a marvellous idea it was of yours to build our new listening post below the existing embassy. Unfortunately our excavations have hit a bit of a snag. Seems there is a team of Russian builders already working down there on some project or other!

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 13/05/2018

img_1345-3“Heart” is the theme for Helen’s songs this week.

My mind immediately went back to the 1960’s (I can recall those times far more easily than yesterday, or last week!), and to Cilla Black with “Anyone who had a heart.” Then I listened to it, and was reminded how strident Cilla’s voice was. So, for plan B, I went to the original version by Dionne Warwick. Much nicer in my opinion. See what you think.

If you want to compare, here is Cilla Black’s version:

“Anyone Who Had A Heart”
Anyone who ever loved
Could look at me
And know that I love you
Anyone who ever dreamed
Could look at me
And know I dream of you

Knowing I love you so
Anyone who had a heart 
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn’t really have a heart
And hurt me like you hurt me
And be so untrue
What am I to do?

Every time you go away
I always say
“This time it’s goodbye, dear”
Loving you the way I do
I take you back
Without you I’d die, dear

Knowing I love you so
Anyone who had a heart 
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn’t really have a heart
And hurt me like you hurt me
And be so untrue
What am I to do?

Knowing I love you so
Anyone who had a heart 
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn’t really have a heart
And hurt me like you hurt me
And be so untrue
Anyone who had a heart would love me, too
Anyone who had a heart 
Would surely take me in his arms and always love me
Why won’t you?
Anyone who had a heart would love me, too, yeah
Anyone who had a heart 
Would surely take me in his arms and always love me
Why won’t you, yeah
Anyone who had a heart would love me, too
Anyone who had a heart 
Would surely take me in his arms and always love me

 

Writer(s): Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David 

Happy Sunday – Especially for non mothers.

I wrote in my earlier post today that “The joys of becoming a Mum must, for most women, be the absolute pinnacle of their life. Something we men cannot even begin to imagine.”

An even harder thing to imagine is the absolute pain and anguish of not being able to have children when your mind and body is telling you that you need to have a baby, you must have a baby, you desperately want to be a Mum.

I cannot even begin to understand how awful that must be and how helpless those ladies must feel.

Then, of course, there are those who choose not to have children, for whatever reason. My daughter is amongst these as she is severely epileptic, and has other health issues. She took the decision, very early on, not to have children.

I wrote the following a few days ago, having met an old friend, a lovely lady who I know would have dearly loved to have had children but, sadly, never did.

 

She would have been the perfect mum, but that was not to be.

She dreamed of babes, and sleepless nights, that she would never see.

She kept alive her forlorn hope for twenty years and more,

but deep down in her heart she knew, she really knew the score!

 

She always was the perfect aunt to many girls and boys.

She lavished them with love and hugs and far too many toys,

but deep down in her heart she knew, it sometimes made her glum.

She really knew that she was meant to be the perfect Mum.

 

Take a tip from Honey

31949396_1767087253337256_2449846145887764480_nMy niece lives on the Scottish coast, close to Edinburgh. She’s into ultra running, coaches and lectures on women’s health and fitness, and borrows this beautiful hound to accompany her on her runs. She served in the Army Reserve and did a tour in Afghanistan. I thought I would share the view, and her positive thought below.

Honey doesn’t give a shit if you missed your gym workout today, or even if you haven’t been for the last 2 weeks.
She’s waiting for you to make the next move, right now.
The only thing she’s concerned about is what’s happening right now, in this moment.
I think we can all learn something from Honey 😁🐾