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#SoCS – Food, glorious food!

Hopefully all my lovely friends from across the pond, have had time to digest their amazing Thanksgiving food, and that none of them suffered indigestion.

Next week, the 30th to be precise, it’s St Andrew’s Day, the patron saint of Scotland. As per Burns Suppers, we Scots will be tucking into platters of freshly caught Haggis, accompanied by neeps and tatties, all washed down with a dram or two (or maybe more) of a fine malt whisky (note spelling… no ‘e’ in Scottish whisky).

Slànte mhath (good health)


Linda’s weekly Saturday prompt word was digest. Mmmm foooooood!

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#SoCS – Food, glorious food!

Hopefully all my lovely friends from across the pond, have had time to digest their amazing Thanksgiving food, and that none of them suffered indigestion.

Next week, the 30th to be precise, it’s St Andrew’s Day, the patron saint of Scotland. As per Burns Suppers, we Scots will be tucking into platters of freshly caught Haggis (likely to cause indigestion!), accompanied by neeps and tatties, all washed down with a dram or two (or maybe more) of a fine malt whisky (note spelling… no ‘e’ in Scottish whisky). One piece of advice, keep some antacids to hand. Oh an don’t look up the recipe for Haggis if you’re of a delicate nature. Sorry, that’s two pieces of advice…

Slànte mhath (good health)


Linda’s weekly Saturday prompt word was digest. Mmmm foooooood!

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#SoCS – What’s my role?

As my regular readers will know, through the powers of social media I was put in touch with an old flame, not just any old boyfriend, but the my first! Oooo, I blushed as I typed that. Hehe! Actually, we were each other’s first.

As you also know, the circumstances which prompted the search for me are sad… no point in beating about the bush. He is dying of secondaries following a initial successful removal of a primary melanoma.

When our mutual friend managed to track me down via Facebook, not an easy task when he didn’t know my married name, I was full of trepidation. What role did he think I would play? Cheerer-upper? Consoler? I tried to find our anything about him on social media but turned up nothing, not even a photo! Considering just how small Mr T’s online footprint (literally zero!) is, would he even be up for renewing our friendship?

Turns out, after a few email exchanges, he was very much pleased to be back in touch, even if only for his last few weeks on Earth. He’s not lost his dry sense of humour. If anything he’s worse, which makes me smile through the sad tears that fall when I think about his situation.

So, back to my role in this. Why has the universe seen fit to set our paths to cross again? Here’s what I think it is.

I’m the only one who remembers him as a teenager, unspoilt by the troubles that plagued his adult life and all the accompanying issues. It’s my job to write to him and recount the times we spent together being daft youngsters, to remind him that there were lots of happy times. As far as I can tell, my trips down memory lane have cheered him up no end. I know I can’t ‘fix’ this, but I can make it more pleasant if possible.

I have one last thing to do before, as he puts it, the Grim Reaper ambushes him, and that’s to thank him for being himself when I knew him, for leaving me with good memories of him, for his gentleness, kindness and mad humour, and most of all, for setting me free all those years ago. At the time I was devastated, but it started me down a path that lead me to Mr Dean, so how can I be anything except grateful.

I’m going to do it the old fashioned way and write a letter, on paper, with a fountain pen too. I just need to keep a wad of blotting paper to hand to roll over ink splotches and any tear splats.


Thank you to the super-organised Linda G Hill for the weekly prompt. Pop on over and check out her wonderful blog.

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SoCS – The Full Monty

Can you believe the film celebrated its 21st birthday this year? Every time I hear a brass band, particularly slide trombones, this tune springs to mind.

 


Here are Linda’s rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

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#SoCS -Passing the finishing post!

Woman crossing the finish line

Tomorrow I know I will not be first past the finishing post, and I’m fine with that. I’m running a 5K race to raised funds for Cancer Research here in the UK. Over the past 8 weeks my village has been entertained by me, dressed in bright pink (the colour of the charity), speedwalking, jogging, running, sweating, waving to passing cars, and admiring the gardens, as I gradually increased my distance and time. I looked like a liquorice allsort in trainers!.

I’m not racing against anyone else, I’m too postmenopausal for that nonsense. Nor am I racing against my current personal best. I’m running in memory of Mr D’s Aunty Helen who died last year from cancer. I also run just because I can. I have the joy of health and improved fitness. Mr D has noticed an improvement in the tone of my posterior!

I imagine that by the time I reach the 4K marker the most important thing on my mind will be the postrun celebrations. I hope the finishers goodie bag has some lovely treats inside. I bet they won’t contain a ready mixed Gin and Tonic. I’ll make one in case. If I’m clever, I’ll be able to disguise it as fruit-infused postexercise rehydration!


This is my last #SoCS post for three weeks. If you would like to fill in for me while I’m off sunning myself, click here.

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#SoCS…. aargh no! Get out of my head!

So Linda’s writing prompt popped up on my reader feed and I laughed. Not because the topic “earworm” is hilarious, but because I was already in the grip of one.

Usually I develop earworms from singing along to the radio (how retro) or from a good movie sound track. However, todays earworm was passed on to me, like a Chinese whisper.

There I was, midway through a training run (my fun run race is in two weeks, eeeek!) when another runner approached from the opposite direction. Being the sociable runner I am I said “Hi”. He blanked me. How rude! And then I spotted his earbuds. Aha. He’s listening to music. As he got closer I realised he was singing along. I wondered what he was listening to. And that, dear readers, is when I caught it.

He was only singing the blooming “baby shark” song.

What the actual heck?!! Some playlist!

As we passed each other I swear that bloody song jumped into my ears and it’s been there ever since. I know what I need to do to get rid of it but am afraid I might make it worse by doing the actions!

Anyhoo…. here’s what’s stuck in my head… sorry.

Baby Shark Song

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#SoCS – I love Autumn!

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The background trees in my garden are changing colour with the turning of the seasons. The beech is slowly turning coppery, while the outermost leaves of the sycamore are turning ruby-red. Ripe round crabapples and other autumnal fruits add to the rich colour palette, made more golden by the early autumn sunlight.

In the foreground stands my young apple tree, heavy with rosy red apples, a battleground for wasps. If you listen carefully you can hear the striped combatants fighting each other for the rights to pillage a fallen apple. I’ll have to wait till the sun sets before I collect my share of the spoils.

Autumn is a wonder time of the year. It’s almost as if nature is having one last big party before winter, and she’s determined to wear her best colours. The one slight downside is the fact that my usual spot for outdoor yoga isn’t quite the peaceful and grounding experience it was during the hight of summer. As I lie on my mat I am continually bombarded with falling seeds, helicoptering their way to the ground. Ah well. If that’s the worst thing I can come up with for Autumn then I’m a lucky lady indeed.

See you around – Cath xx


Today’s SoCS comes from Linda G Hill’s prompt to use the word “ground” in any way we see fit.

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