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Converse and Cornflakes

Being organised is not in my DNA

My Alarm goes off at 6 am... it starts with the calm mellow tones of Enya, then Adiemus and progresses through to the likes of Pink Martini and Fever Ray. I really do not like waking up, my finger is well trained at locating the snooze button, so off I go again, back to the land of nod, subconsciously aware of the gentle sounds until I’m very rudely brought back to reality by ACDC’s “Thunderstruck” blaring out. It’s alrea...

Sitting down with a group of children in the shade, on a very hot day, I was reading a story with them about farm animals. After the story was finished we played the "what sound does this animal make?" game. We went through the usual the dog goes woof; the cat goes meow, the sheep goes baa when I asked them what sound does a cow make. All the children make very loud mooing noises, and then we laugh at how funny and silly...

17 years

Maybe gone yet your warmth remains....

As I remember with tears running down my face, how seventeen years ago today, you lost your fight. You lost your battle with cancer, and slipped peacefully away to a better place. Although it was filled with so much sadness for us, we were happy for you to be out of pain. You always lived your life for others  Trying to help them as much as possible. To people you met you were always kind and caring. The type to never hur...

I haven’t spoken to you in so long It feels like I’ve lost you All over again I really do love you All I want Is to hear you say something Anything would do “Pick up your clothes” “Tidy your room” As I said anything will do I know you were in pain And really hurt inside But now I need you Because I never got to say goodbye I was more interested in my selfish ways Than what was happening to you I hope your life is happy no...

It's the seventh of July. The house is quiet. The sun's sharp rays have yet to pierce through the wooden blinds. There's a sound coming from the kitchen. It's my sister Ash, she's baking a cake. This early in the morning and she's baking a cake? I get up to go see, but turn left to enter the bathroom instead. Now there is that familiar smell that I've smelled all too often. I smile at the thought of her getting up this ea...