Wednesday, 5 February 2014

An attack of poetry

I've dropped the iron a total of four times, I've had an epic fail trying to work out what is happening with uncle (according to a member of staff he is heading to a care home local to him) and nearly forgot father's lunch.  He is still fretting a bit about the hospital appointment and op, but hopefully it will be dealt with soon.

I've displaced.  Write on Edge did a prompt where you had to write a piece that started with a phrase and had only 100 extra words.  It was easier than worrying about everything else.  If you are interested in it, the link is here.

I got soaked picking up bear as well.  I'll find the bright side soon.

2 comments:

  1. There is one solution - wrinkles! You are obviously not meant to be ironing...call it a health and safety issue! Seriously Sybs, take care of yourself too. Lesley

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  2. I've been sitting very quietly and staying away from the ironing. It's the sensible thing to do. Thank you for the hugs. WS xxx

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