Stitchy Witchy Who!

Toil, oil, boil and bubble.

A full moon waning, emotions subsiding. Tis that time of year to remember the spirit, the one within and the ones we greet. This is a spell to instill truth and compassion, granting light in the darkness; relief in a need. The wisdom for all to live in peace, love and harmony, right where we live, in the here and now.

Pull up a chair, and set a place, for that special person, or people, who can no longer sit in the space. The dearly departed, who crossed our paths, are never too far from the memories we made.

Send out a thought, make a toast; the unseen and unknown doesn't have to be scary or cold. Sharing a moment, between there and here, is food for the soul, high in understanding and low in judgement.

May your potential be nurtured, with encouragement for growth.
 

Happy Halloween

London Calling

Took a call at home, today.

The woman on the other end off the line said she was calling from London.

The digital display on my phone said: "international, unknown"!

She told me, in her monotone voice, that she was calling about infected files on my computer.

I said: “No”!

She said: “Yes”!

“Oh, dear”, says I.

“But don’t worry”, the all knowing, over-confident voice continued, “I can help you”.

“Wow, really! That’s great…”

She hangs up!

Did I say something wrong?

A Quid Pro Notes

Can you believe it? The Channel Islands still has one pound notes! Can’t buy much with ‘em, though!

Last time I went to Scotland, only a couple a years back, they still had notes, there, too. I’ve ransacked me brains, inter-cranial and on-line, but can’t understand why the bank of England pulled the paper notes out of circulation! The stereotypical untruths about the Scots hardly compare with the Channel Islands Franglish atmosphere or tax dodge allure of the high life, so why do they have ‘em, and we don’t? 

A recent journey down to the southern outpost of the United Kingdom, aboard a notoriously nick-named Vomit Comet, was one I had been promising myself for some time. Calm seas and patches of sea mist teased me magi-nation, as we popped in and out of pretty St Peter’s Port on our way to Jersey. But, oh dear! Oh dearie, dearie me… On arrival at St Helier, I was wishing I’d jumped off at the “Welcome to Guernsey” sign.

Jersey’s industrial looking ferry port did not seem as attractive to this disembarking sea sailing adventurer as its picturesque neighbour.

However, after a very pleasant lunch and meander round the shops, I did find something very interesting on me trip. 

 

The Havre des Pas Lido is an outdoor pool just off the beach at Havre des Pas, within walking distance to the port and town centre. I didn’t quite see the individual pools, as such, with the tide so high, but it was downright exhilarating walking down the steps into the chillingly refreshing deep clear water and swimming without getting extremities caught up in seaweed or sand sifting through me unexposed bits. 

  

Setting aside the ferry's tiered seating sections of first class, reclining seats and standard seats reminiscent of a bygone, class conscious era, I still enjoyed the journey to the Islands as much as my brief stopover. I guess that kinda goes along with my drifting perspective, inhaling each new moment in my quest to find new inspiration.

The Sunny Sunshine Award

Patsy has given me another nudge to divulge more of the inner workings of a devil may not care personality by pinning a Sunshine Award on me.

I'd just like to add that as green as Patsy's garden grows, her nurturing goes beyond the shrubs with the way she inspires me, and others, to write. 

So, here's five things about me, from a sunny perspective:

1. My Astrological sun sign is Aries and can concur that I do fit many of the common traits associated with this astrological alignment, being extremely bossy, at times, is one of them.

2. When the sun is shining I'm more likely to eat healthily on account it gives me an excuse to eat things I don't have to cook, like fresh fruit and veg.  

3. I like smileys, but hate all that LOL business. To me smileys are a way of showing, not telling, where as abbreviated nonsense is telling without meaning!

4. I have been known to leave the beach, commando style!

5. When the sun goes down, the stars come out, and that's the time of day I like to sit and reflect on me perch. And for any star gazing troopers, out there, this weekend sees the Perseid Meteor Shower peak.

And here's me passing a ray of sunshine forward to The Gypsey King, reciprocating the award he gave me, and also to the one and only Miss Kracken.

The Liebster Award - Pizza or Curry?

Terry, the Gypsy King, has been kind enough to bestow me with the honour of The Liebster Award. So here's my response to his random set of questions: 

1. Pizza or Curry?

Pizza, as I don't do curry. After discussing my dislike for curry, with a gourmet of a friend, I've come to the conclusion its summit to do with pod spices rather than the heat most people associate with this type of cuisine. 

2. Tom Baker or Matt Smith? 

Neither! Not a big fan of Dr Who, but I may change my mind if a lady doctor emerges from the Tardis one day. 

3. Roger Moore or Daniel Craig?

Not much of a choice, there, considering Sean Connery was the best James Bond, with Pierce Brosnan a close runner up, so my answer, again, is neither! 

4. If you could only save one possession from your burning house, what would it be?

An oil painting of the one and only original J.J. Cocker. 

5. What is your biggest pet hate?

I don't have a pet hate on account my landlord says I'm not allowed to have pets on me perch. 

6. When was the last time you laughed so hard you almost had a wee?

Erm... When someone misunderstood what I'd said, and replied: "Well I didn't think that sounded like my father"! As to what it was, well, I couldn't really say, but you had to be there to get the bounce on the joke.

7. What's the worst book you've ever read?

Catcher in the Rye. Awful! Never finished it and to think my first ever Creative Writing teacher said it was a must read.

8. What is your favourite TV show?

Don't watch TV much these days, even though I should, so I'm going to opt with my all favourite sitcom, Vicar of Dibley, for the accolade. 

9. Is there a God? Why? Why not?

Of course there is a God. In the beginning there had to be something, cos if you don't have something, then you got nothing. And... when considering what came first, does there have to be a reason why the chicken crossed the road?  

10. Tell us a good joke.

A friend of mine has been going steady for sometime and every time she attends a family wedding at least one aunt gives her a nudge and says: "it'll be you next time".

So to retaliate, my friend says the next time she goes to a funeral, she's going to nudge those confetti nudgers and say: "it'll be you next time"! 

11. Have you had enough now?

Think not! It seems Patsy has got summit lined up for me, too!

Lit Up Pompey

Thought I'd share a picture or two from a delightful trip to Old Portsmouth last Thursday. The day started out with a ceremony at the Square House...

And finished with an eye catching view of The Spinnaker Tower.

For the bits in between, you'll have to wait for the bride to tell her tale when she gets back from the marrymoon with, erm... Ah! Me finks I best leave it at that in case I get meself in a pickle about what the best man said.