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A Sentimental Feeling

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For Sian’s Story Telling Sunday…on Saturday…almost a week late…

I almost missed this one and even this morning I was sure I wouldn’t be able to write something.
I am catching up with my blogging friends after a couple of weeks away, you know how it is, life just gets in the way sometimes doesn’t it?
Anyhow there I was over at Sian’s when I saw that her suggested theme for this month was Coming Home.
That phrase, Coming Home and what it means to me has been buried in my mind for 30 years and reading it this morning brought a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes.
Many, many, many (never one to exaggerate!) years ago I was going through a tough time emotionally. I had come through a divorce and then a failed relationship when I met Paul who was going through similar times.
I’ll spare you the details!
Well, we went out, fell in love, broke up, got together and moved in together all in the space of 4 months.
It feels like I’m Coming Home is what I told my friends and family when they asked a hundred questions along the lines of ‘What on earth are you doing” and ‘You hardly know him’
I was right, I was coming home, I am home, with Paul, still.

Thank you Sian. x

‘Twas a Dark and Stormy Night

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My post today is brought to you with thanks to Sian over at High in the Sky.
I posted this during halloween week never dreaming it would be OK to post it as part of Sian’s Story Telling Sunday. Now if Sian says it’s OK by her then OK it must be.

Lotta has been visiting and she had a yen to carve a pumpkin. We went off in search of the perfect specimen.
Now everyone who knows me knows how fussy and indecisive I can be. Well let me tell you I am a dream to work with compared to our Lotta.
Lotta is in her last year of University and like most students she is nocturnal. She sleeps during the day and studies during the late afternoon and on into the very late evening.
I began to think I would be chief pumpkin carver again this year as it was nearing time for her to leave.
And then…
One dark and stormy night, in the smallest darkest hours… she began to carve the pumpkin. She sat all alone at the kitchen table, she chipped and sliced and scooped her way into the beautiful orange beast.
The following morning I was thrilled to see that she had carved a lovely tree into the pumpkin and it looked fabulous!
And then it happened again… in the following darkest, quietest, smallest hours she chipped and chopped and sliced and scooped further into the beautiful orange beast.
Now we had a house next to the tree!
My goodness I was beside myself with joy and wonder. A beautiful scene carved into our pumpkin. I was texting everyone in my phone book!
As if that wasn’t enough the following night she toiled again, carefully cutting, chipping, slicing more and more detail into the beautiful orange beast.

It was beautiful enough in the day but when we lit it during another dark and stormy evening…..Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! (there were four of us) Even the dog came to investigate and I am certain that in her head she thought wow!

And I thought pumpkins just got faces!

Wishing you a lovely Story Telling and Story Reading Sunday.

Story Telling Sunday Two: The Words The Pictures

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Good morning
My post today is brought to you by the wonderful Sian over at High in the Sky. The first Sunday in the month is set aside for Story Telling.
Here is mine. I can’t wait to read the others!

Two tales from Paddington.

The vacuum cleaner wasn’t performing the one task it is supposed to – suck! We decided to get a man in. He was arriving between 9 and 1 on Friday. For once the three of us had a day off, not one of us dressed, when at 8.30 am the doorbell rang.

There was me in my nightie, answering the door to a very jolly man from Paddington as it turned out. Did I mind that he was a few minutes early? I let him in and excused myself saying that someone would be down in a while to make tea; I sent husband.

The two of them got chatting over a mug of tea. Paul said he had just been reminded of when he was a boy, a man used to come and service their vacuum cleaner, he was called Dave Hugget and all the children used to hang around when Dave called because his tool bag was full of fascinating things a boy could only dream about owning! The inside of the old vacuum cleaner was, well, just a boys dream and an awful lot of dust! Sometimes something exciting had been picked up, a coin maybe or a bead or something that might need poking.

The man from Paddington listened intently to this story and said how it was “a very interesting story” and it reminded him of being a boy himself and the excitement in his mothers home when the brush man came to check over the bristles on her yard brush!!!!!!!!!!

“So what brought you to this part of the world?” enquired Paul, the man from Paddington said, “a good few years of what I thought was a happy marriage when out of the blue the wife left me, took the house and the children and proceeded with a messy divorce that lasted for what seemed like forever”.

A mug of tea later we learnt that he moved across the country to sleep on his brothers settee and find work. He had no wife, no kids, no place of his own, no money and no job when into his life walked a woman who fell in love with him and him with her. He is the happiest man alive right now with a job servicing vacuum cleaners, a home of his own and a future to look forward to.

“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together”.
Marilyn Monroe