True Stories

Such a great prompt. Write a letter! A real letter to anyone or anything.

Letter 1

Dear Expensive Cling Film Box,
Exactly what use are you?
Yours sincerely
Frustrated User of WSM

Dear User (or abuser)

Although I have witnessed at least two demonstrations/lessons in how to operate me, to date you have successfully failed to grasp the notion at all!

I do not need banging on the work top ‘to loosen me’
I do not need to have my lid slammed down in an effort to attach my film to my blade.
Having failed to cut, my film does not appreciate being pulled aggressively at a 90 deg. angle, stretched to breaking point and then attacked viciously and violently with scissors.
Madam, kindly desist from using me as a weapon!
I do not appreciate being wielded around and about the kitchen.

Here are a simple and gentle set of instructions on how to get my film out of my container, cut beautifully and accurately to the length you require.

1. gently open my lid.
2. slowly and smoothly pull a length of film out of the box, evenly passing it over my blade.
3. lay the film softly over my blade allowing the remaining length to fall to the work top.
4. gently close my lid.
5. with the softest pressure, almost caress my lid with your finger tips.
6. your length of film is now resting on the work top ready and waiting for you to use.

Yours, with an almost inaudible sigh
The Cling Film Box

Letter 2

Dear Silly Girl who ran the red light,

I feel such anger towards you for running that light on Tuesday night. And yet, as the mother of a young man I feel in my heart that it was your lack of experience that led you to plough into the side of my sons car.
I did wonder if you had been drinking but my son very generously thought not. He thought you were genuinely frightened and sorry.
If you are fortunate to be able to drive again please accept this advice.

Driving is not just a matter of you getting somewhere. You can’t just drive about ignoring other road users.
Driving is about paying attention at all times.

What happened as a consequence of your careless driving?
What happened as a consequence of you driving with out due care and attention? for that is what you were doing.
I am thankful that no-one was injured or worse but it doesn’t just stop with your tears.

My son couldn’t take me to my hospital appointment.
My son couldn’t get to work.
My son has spend hours on the phone to insurance companies.
My son has spent hours on the phone to work, to friends and family re-arranging and canceling appointments.
My son can’t just hire a car. We can’t find a company willing to hire to someone under 25.
My son has to wait until an insurance company gets off it’s paperwork and sorts this mess out.
My son has no transport.

It was the best car he owned.
It was his 21st birthday present.

He drove it so carefully.
He cared for it.

His car has been written off, because you weren’t paying attention to the road in front of you.

Sincerely,

Letter 3

Dear Deodorants,
This letter is to all of you, even you, the newest addition, the last one in.

I am entirely dissatisfied with your performance of late. Underperforming I feel best describes your abilities.
You have a basic and simple function to perform on a daily basis and each of you in turn has let me down.
I keep you in a manner befitting your status. Those that require standing have sufficient room allocated to you at the front of the drawer.
Those able to assume a horizontal position have sufficient space, not overcrowded but not so packed as to cause body damage and nozzle blockage.
Those that require shaking are shaken and those that require a spell on your roller balls have the necessary time each morning to get lubricated.
What more can I do? Some of you can’t even be bothered to roll even after all this preparation. It is the very basis of your function!
This is my final warning.
No I don’t want to hear excuses, they are clean, they are dry and they are fuzz free!

It is 07.30 hours, Saturday 31st October 2010. If, by the end of play today I feel embarrased by your lack of performance, you are ALL consigned to landfill.
No I couldn’t possibly consider re-cycling you for fear of letting another set of armpips down.

Yours,
Clean,dry, fuzz free
armpips x 2

True Stories

Prompt 1

The first prompt was to reply to questions you are frequently asked.
At last I have written down 4 questions but I still can’t formulate answers that have more than one word in them! I have decided to leave it and come back to it.

Prompt 2

I like this one!
Letters an Numbers. It is all about using numbers and/or letters as a starting point for your writing

I have written letters to Ben since his first birthday. Usually on his birthday. I put them away in books and on shelves all over the place. I have no idea why I do that. I found a few and was able to put them in the book I made for his 21st.
This is a long winded way of saying I didn’t want to write a letter for this prompt, even though I loved the idea and the ones I saw on the forum were beautiful. I liked the idea of the numbers so I started that about my day yesterday. I noticed a pattern of letters forming so I combined the two ideas and finished up with this.

27.10.2010

At 1am this morning my phone rang. It was Ben with that sentence you never want to hear. “Mum I’ve been in a car crash, I’m Ok”…but you don’t hear that bit, just the crash bit. Yes he is OK. No one hurt, he is quite near home, no he doesn’t want me to come out. He’ll be home soon.

2 is the time he was home, fine, tired, cross, the police wouldn’t come out, the other driver had jumped a red light and she hit him side on, his car is a mess, other drivers were either cross, because the accident was blocking the road! or asking if they could help. She admitted it was her fault, no witnesses for Ben.

8 the time I dragged myself out of bed.
There were 9 e-mails in my box this morning.
The most important 1 from Shimelle, hers have been going into a spam folder I didn’t know about!
There were 3 gorgeous comments on my blog this morning. Which was just what I needed to cheer me up. After last night and having to go to the hospital in Bristol for a pre op appointment and Paul being away I felt really down this morning.
We went into Bristol on the Park & Ride, as there is nowhere to park in the city. The hospital is a mix of old & new. The front looks completely dreary, hardly surprising as it was built in 1732! but after going up and down, up and down, calling at 9 floors in the lift, we emerged into a beautiful new building complete with atrium and trees!
So, 2 bus journeys today!
My nurse was called Dennis; he was a Filipino gentleman with a kind and soothing voice. He did all my pre op assessments, which were all fine.
135/70 was my blood pressure, my height 167cm, I closed my eyes to avoid looking at my weight! Dennis was a perfect gentleman and didn’t tell me.
10 very sticky pads were needed for my ECG and gosh she whipped them off quick!!
4 pm was the time we got home, my back was hurting so much. Ben made us a lovely cup of tea while I made 2 phone calls. Neither were satisfactory.
40 minutes was how long it would take to cook our M & S ready meal.
0 was the amount of energy I had left to prepare anything else.
5 o’clock and the beef Lasagne was ready, it was absolutely wonderful. At
5.30 we left to take Ben to work. Clevedon is only 10 miles away and Ben doesn’t start work until 6.30 but the queue to get on the motorway is dreadful at this time of day.
I am going to try to rest until I have to go and pick him up later, I won’t close my eyes because I won’t be able sleep through the night. I’ll spend this evening posting today’s photo to my blog, and other nice blogging things!
4 is the number of Photos I have left to take and post on my blog this month. It has been a great project for me to do.
3 of the Rogers family have been in a hospital today: me, Jane and Mum-in-law. An almost unbelievable coincidence!
It has been a very long, tiring and emotional day today. I will be pleased when it is over.
9 pm is the time I started yawning tonight.
Ben rang me at 10 o’clock to say he was ready to be picked up but by the time I fiddled a bit with this and then had to get some fuel for my car it was 11 by the time we got home.
I finally got to finish this, press ‘save’ and noticed the time 23.33!
Time for some zzzzzzz
I am finishing this exercise, out of sequence, with these xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, for you. ‘nite nite