Running update week 2 & 3

Good afternoon everyone,

I am sorry for not updating you with regards to our running venture last week. We had a great run last week (week two), although the weather was very windy. I think this put us slightly off for this weeks run (week 3). However, at the time we enjoyed every bit of our run. Although lady L still asked, “why are we doing this again?”

This week (week three) has been rather interesting and tiring. Myself and the little ones have been slightly under the weather. Sniffling noses, headaches and the such. It was a close call against running this week, but we decided to power through. We went back to the same field as last week (week two) and did four laps between the goal posts. The weather was better and we were very thankful for it.

Please ignore the date and time on the watch. I have not puzzled out the settings for that feature yet.

Whilst Mister L is always roaring to go, I have resorted to a mixture of bribe, threaths and repeatedly explaining why giving can be enriching to motivate lady L. Nonetheless, we persevere. Our aim is to achieve 30 – 60 minutes of running/other activities with breaks in between each week.

Thank you for your continued support. See you next week.


We would like to remind you that our running is for St. Mongo’s charity.

St Mungo’s is a charity that provides a bed and support to more than 3,150 people a night. Our vision is that everyone has a place to call home and can fulfil their hopes and ambitions.

L & L’s hope is to provide someone or as many people as possible with a home or at the very least a roof to keep christmas a pleasant memory this year.

Do visit our Just giving page and support our efforts and that of the charity. All funds revert straight to the charity.

Not planted.

Wild roses. Planted by the wind, nurtured by mother nature’s capricious temperament. Like stubborn weeds they bloom in-spite of admiration or its lack thereof. Seeking connection with something familiar. Surrounded by what looks nothing like it. Struggling within itself, “why am I here?” “Why didn’t I get to No 64’s garden, I mean it is only two doors down?” Refusing to smile, ignorant of the pleasure its’ fragrance brings to a wanderer. Blindfolded to the reality that winter harbours same fate for one and all of them including those at No 64. A wild rose is still a rose. Photo prompt courtsey of Trish Nankeville.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting the writing event Friday fictiooneers. To rule is to write a 100 word piece in response to the provided picture. Please click the link to visit Rochelle’s blog. It will be worth your while. And click this link to read other stories and write ups. Some times we get stuck in difficult places and the stress makes us forget our blessings. We envy those being favoured or nurtured by the system. We begrudge them that blessing of famililarity and comfort that we forget what we also carry within and the blessing it can also be. It is indeed great to have people pour into our lives but sometimes we need to pour into others even when our tanks are slightly low. Keep the faith. Chin up and you will see thin pockets of blessings enriching your life. But you will only see it if you open your eyes.

Define me.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Those are not my shoes.

I don’t care what anyone has to say or think.

They were not my shoes.

They looked like…like… like something a labourer would wear!!

My God, how could my life come to this.

Who invented such tools of torture.

I mean they actually placed by toes and heels on the same level.

The arch on feet felt insulted, betrayed.

I do not model such shoes.

I do not care if these are changing times, those shoes do not belong on a ladies feet.

Hang them up somewhere if you must but keep far away from my feet

Aurora;my light.

“Dinachi! wake-up.”

“Stop joor. I can hear you and I wasn’t sleeping.”

Chuckling “You were not sleeping, just shielding your eyes from the piercing darkness abi?”

“I have had a hectic night shift, I don’t think my brain has the capacity for these your riddles yet.”

“You’re the one with all the riddles oh, lying there screaming at grandma in your sleep. It was really creep.”

“I wasn’t dreaming, just admit you woke me up for a cuddle.” with a grin he stretched to make room on the couch.

With the flick of a switch, she retreated to his heart.

 

 

 


Written for Friday fictioneers are writing group/challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It has been a while I have written a story and I loved writing this one hope you love it too. Please click on this link to read other stories and on this one to join the fun. (Have a go!)

Doused

 

Twinkle twinkle little star, 

how I wonder …. 

No! No, I don’t wonder.

I know what you’re, evil shrink ray that destroyed my cow.

Beautiful Bessie … all because she jumped over your stupid brother moon.

It wasn’t her fault.. it was that flaming old man 

the one who played knick-knack up in heaven.

Said he was going to ask God 

to grant his grandson sleep

Stupid kid who wouldn’t hush

even after they bought him a goat, a cow.

But I hushed him all right.

Twinkle twinkle little star

I’ll douse your flames one day.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by our lovely host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

A-Z challenge.

Hi everyone,

For the month of April I will be participating in the A- Z blogging challenge 2016.

I have decided to go with a theme during this challenge, which means that for the month of April all my posts will revolve around that theme. This includes my writing prompts and haiku challenges as well.

My theme: Adjectives that describe home (referring to both a building and my birth country).

 I will also ensure that my posts stay within a hundred and fifty words (+/- 25 words).

So no long posts in the month of April.

The challenge doesn’t include Sundays, which means I will not be posting anything on Sundays (hopefully).

I hope you enjoy it and I hope to have fun.

Cupboard mishaps

Everything’s in place, layers of

neatly folded freshness. Monday morning the disorder

countdown beginnings. Friday evening: BOOM! 

Towels, Dresser, Cupboards, Room, Decor

A culinary exhibition fit for 

royalty: come in, eat, relax, explore every

cranny except that cupboard.

Court Cupboard 17th Century

Spick-and-span: my room is spick-and-span

neat and inviting, what’s that straining sound?

Cloth bombs in the cupboard?


Written in response to TJ Paris haiku challenge – cupboards.