1. 26 L of the A
2. 7 D of the W
3. 7 W of the W
4. 12 S of the Z
5. 66 B of the B
6. 52 C in a P (W J)
7. 13 S in the U S F
8. 18 H on a G C
9. 39 B of the O T
10. 5 T on a F
11. 90 D in a R A
12. 3 B M (S H T R)
13. 32 is the T in D F at which W F
14. 15 P in a R T
15. 3 W on a T
16. 100 C in a D
17. 11 P in a F (S) T
18. 12 M in a Y
19. 13 is U F S
20. 8 T on an O
21. 29 D in F in a L Y
22. 27 B in the N T
23. 365 D in a Y
24. 13 L in a B D
25. 52 W in a Y
26. 9 L of a C
27. 60 M in an H
28. 23 P of C in the H B
29. 64 S on a C B
30. 15 M on a D M C
Answers to be given in a week or two.
Dawn x
Monday 30 August 2010
Let's Play "Word and Question"!
Word: Smell
Question: What's the weather like?
It's the middle of Winter and frost is all around,
And any time now we could see snow on the ground.
The smell of snow pervades the air, I fear,
And I'll be jolly glad when Spring is finally here!
Word: Cat
Question: How are you?
I wish I could say I was fit and well
'Cos I'm sure you would sooner hear that.
But the cold in my nose and the lack of sunshine
Is making me feel rather flat,
And, considering the wonderful life that they lead
I wish that I'd been born a cat!!!
Word: Shoes
Question: Are you an early riser?
I could jump out of bed at 6.00 am and be bright and breezy all day.
I'd be pleasant and courteous and cheerfully deal with obstacles placed in my way.
But if I sleep in till 8.00 or 9.00, I awake with the grumps and the blues
And, if you should cross me at all after that - well, I wouldn't be in your shoes!!!
Word: Curtains
Question: Do you enjoy music?
Oh, how I love my music!
It sets my spirit free!
If there were no more music
It would be "curtains" for me!
Word: Peanuts
Question: Are you happy in your work?
I love the job I'm doing,
But friends say I must be nuts
To be so happy in my job
Although I work for peanuts!
Word: Ball
Question: Are you a chocoholic?
Chocolate is the one thing that I can't resist at all.
I binge out on the scrummy stuff and really have a ball.
And even when I'm full right up, and feeling pretty queasy
To stop myself from gorging chocolate isn't very easy!
And on that note, dear friends, I bid you a fond "Adieu!"
Dawn xxx
Question: What's the weather like?
It's the middle of Winter and frost is all around,
And any time now we could see snow on the ground.
The smell of snow pervades the air, I fear,
And I'll be jolly glad when Spring is finally here!
Word: Cat
Question: How are you?
I wish I could say I was fit and well
'Cos I'm sure you would sooner hear that.
But the cold in my nose and the lack of sunshine
Is making me feel rather flat,
And, considering the wonderful life that they lead
I wish that I'd been born a cat!!!
Word: Shoes
Question: Are you an early riser?
I could jump out of bed at 6.00 am and be bright and breezy all day.
I'd be pleasant and courteous and cheerfully deal with obstacles placed in my way.
But if I sleep in till 8.00 or 9.00, I awake with the grumps and the blues
And, if you should cross me at all after that - well, I wouldn't be in your shoes!!!
Word: Curtains
Question: Do you enjoy music?
Oh, how I love my music!
It sets my spirit free!
If there were no more music
It would be "curtains" for me!
Word: Peanuts
Question: Are you happy in your work?
I love the job I'm doing,
But friends say I must be nuts
To be so happy in my job
Although I work for peanuts!
Word: Ball
Question: Are you a chocoholic?
Chocolate is the one thing that I can't resist at all.
I binge out on the scrummy stuff and really have a ball.
And even when I'm full right up, and feeling pretty queasy
To stop myself from gorging chocolate isn't very easy!
And on that note, dear friends, I bid you a fond "Adieu!"
Dawn xxx
In Memory of My Dad!
Flight of Fancy
Our sofa was a spaceship.
We soared between the stars
Visiting distant planets
Like Jupiter and Mars.
My brother and I were astronauts
Dad was Chief Engineer
He'd power up the engines
Then through the heavens we'd steer.
We followed a passing comet,
Met some little green men,
Went to the edge of the universe
And all the way back again.
We travelled across the galaxy
Passed the Milky Way.
Even took tea with the Man in the Moon
And all in just one day!
Our sofa was a spaceship
That special afternoon
Oh! What a great adventure!
And over all too soon!
NB I wrote this as a tribute to my father, who died when I was 9 years old. He was great at inventing ways to entertain us - and sometimes, our friends as well! He had even been known to prepare games a day or two in advance - like the hunt for fairy treasure he once sent us on, as my next rhyme demonstrates.
Golden Memory: A (True?) Story
Daddy has a secret! He was woken by a light!
Something or someone was moving through the garden late one night.
He crept up to the window and, much to his surprise,
He saw a band of tiny folk - about a foot in size.
He knew he must be dreaming, so he blinked and shook his head,
But this action served to sharpen visibilty instead!
He held his breath as he watched in awe (and just a hint of pleasure)
For surely what he witnessed was the burying of fairy treasure!
When their task was finished, the imps stood in a ring.
They started dancing round and round. The speed was dizzying.
Then, just before the sun came up, to herald a brand new day,
The giddy motion slowed to a halt, and they simply flew away.
Later, he told his children where that fortune was interred,
And off we went on a treasure hunt, without another word.
There wasn't much as I now look back: a couple of pennies, a shilling,
a tanner and some threepeny bits. We found it all so thrilling!
As an adult I know how that money got there, but this memory still makes me glad.
Now I'm keeping the glamour alive in my heart -
The magic that started with Dad!!!!
Rest in Peace, Dad! I'll never forget you!
Dawn xxxx
Our sofa was a spaceship.
We soared between the stars
Visiting distant planets
Like Jupiter and Mars.
My brother and I were astronauts
Dad was Chief Engineer
He'd power up the engines
Then through the heavens we'd steer.
We followed a passing comet,
Met some little green men,
Went to the edge of the universe
And all the way back again.
We travelled across the galaxy
Passed the Milky Way.
Even took tea with the Man in the Moon
And all in just one day!
Our sofa was a spaceship
That special afternoon
Oh! What a great adventure!
And over all too soon!
NB I wrote this as a tribute to my father, who died when I was 9 years old. He was great at inventing ways to entertain us - and sometimes, our friends as well! He had even been known to prepare games a day or two in advance - like the hunt for fairy treasure he once sent us on, as my next rhyme demonstrates.
Golden Memory: A (True?) Story
Daddy has a secret! He was woken by a light!
Something or someone was moving through the garden late one night.
He crept up to the window and, much to his surprise,
He saw a band of tiny folk - about a foot in size.
He knew he must be dreaming, so he blinked and shook his head,
But this action served to sharpen visibilty instead!
He held his breath as he watched in awe (and just a hint of pleasure)
For surely what he witnessed was the burying of fairy treasure!
When their task was finished, the imps stood in a ring.
They started dancing round and round. The speed was dizzying.
Then, just before the sun came up, to herald a brand new day,
The giddy motion slowed to a halt, and they simply flew away.
Later, he told his children where that fortune was interred,
And off we went on a treasure hunt, without another word.
There wasn't much as I now look back: a couple of pennies, a shilling,
a tanner and some threepeny bits. We found it all so thrilling!
As an adult I know how that money got there, but this memory still makes me glad.
Now I'm keeping the glamour alive in my heart -
The magic that started with Dad!!!!
Rest in Peace, Dad! I'll never forget you!
Dawn xxxx
What's your favourite......?
I don't know how any of you feel about this, but I HATE being asked about my favourite film, actor/actress, music, book - well, ANYTHING. The reason is, I don't have just one - I tend to have a long list of them. A really long list! I watch TV programmes like 100 Greatest Musicals, for example, and I find myself thinking, ok, but what about this film or that film. It's not that I disagree with the 100 best, but I probably would have made the list a lot longer. Maybe two or three times longer!!! And I still wouldn't be able to put them in any order of preference! I mean, how do you choose from so many?!?!
I'm pretty much the same about almost everything - except perhaps food. I do have several meals that I like more than others - cottage pie, spaghetti bolognaise, practically anything with either cheese or chicken - and as for desserts, well, pretty much anything with fruit - apple pie (homemade, of course), fruit crumble (rhubarb is best), fresh fruit salad or strawberries and cream.
When it comes to ice-cream though, I've only just discovered that I do have one particular favourite. While I love most flavours, especially mint-choc chip, rum and raisin, strawberry, neapolitan and raspberry ripple, I know for a fact that I can also get tired of these flavours very quickly. I suppose it's true - you really can have too much of a good thing!
The only flavour that I never seem to get tired of is plain old vanilla! I buy tubs and tubs of it and they don't last me long, I can tell you! After all, it's so versatile. You can have it with pretty much anything - well, anything sweet that is. You wouldn't want it sitting next to your roast potatoes on Sunday - it makes the gravy taste funny!!!! (Joke!)
Seriously though, I love it with any of the aforementioned desserts, and I also love it in drinks! I don't mean milkshakes ( I can't stand milk!). I'm talking about fizzy drinks like cola, lemonade, or even ice-cream soda. If you've never had an ice-cream float, you haven't lived!
Just take a tall glass and pour a little of the fizzy drink of your choice. Then add one or two scoops of ice-cream and very slowly pour more of the fizzy pop. You'll quickly see why I said to pour it slowly as it froths right up and can overflow if you aren't careful.
Next take a straw, and sip from the bottom. You also need a spoon for both the ice-cream and the froth. Mmmm! Yum! I suppose you could try using other flavours, but vanilla definitely gets my vote!!!
Speaking of which, I'm off to raid the freezer!
Bye for now!
Dawnie xxxx
I'm pretty much the same about almost everything - except perhaps food. I do have several meals that I like more than others - cottage pie, spaghetti bolognaise, practically anything with either cheese or chicken - and as for desserts, well, pretty much anything with fruit - apple pie (homemade, of course), fruit crumble (rhubarb is best), fresh fruit salad or strawberries and cream.
When it comes to ice-cream though, I've only just discovered that I do have one particular favourite. While I love most flavours, especially mint-choc chip, rum and raisin, strawberry, neapolitan and raspberry ripple, I know for a fact that I can also get tired of these flavours very quickly. I suppose it's true - you really can have too much of a good thing!
The only flavour that I never seem to get tired of is plain old vanilla! I buy tubs and tubs of it and they don't last me long, I can tell you! After all, it's so versatile. You can have it with pretty much anything - well, anything sweet that is. You wouldn't want it sitting next to your roast potatoes on Sunday - it makes the gravy taste funny!!!! (Joke!)
Seriously though, I love it with any of the aforementioned desserts, and I also love it in drinks! I don't mean milkshakes ( I can't stand milk!). I'm talking about fizzy drinks like cola, lemonade, or even ice-cream soda. If you've never had an ice-cream float, you haven't lived!
Just take a tall glass and pour a little of the fizzy drink of your choice. Then add one or two scoops of ice-cream and very slowly pour more of the fizzy pop. You'll quickly see why I said to pour it slowly as it froths right up and can overflow if you aren't careful.
Next take a straw, and sip from the bottom. You also need a spoon for both the ice-cream and the froth. Mmmm! Yum! I suppose you could try using other flavours, but vanilla definitely gets my vote!!!
Speaking of which, I'm off to raid the freezer!
Bye for now!
Dawnie xxxx
Tuesday 10 August 2010
Age is Just a State of Mind!
It’s no fun growing old, you know.
Your joints seize up and creak.
You can remember what happened in years gone by,
But not what you did last week!
You once had luscious brunette locks.
They’re thinner now, and grey.
Climbing the stairs was a doddle back then.
Now, it takes you all day!
The figure you were so proud of
Is rotund now, and sags.
Your face is all lined and wrinkled,
And your blood-shot eyes have bags.
Your tummy is now a pot-belly.
Your legs have varicose veins,
And the arthritis in your elbows and knees
Plays up whenever it rains.
But your soul is as youthful as ever,
Your spirit still as sprightly.
So you count all your blessings daily...
And take your tablets nightly!!!!
Your joints seize up and creak.
You can remember what happened in years gone by,
But not what you did last week!
You once had luscious brunette locks.
They’re thinner now, and grey.
Climbing the stairs was a doddle back then.
Now, it takes you all day!
The figure you were so proud of
Is rotund now, and sags.
Your face is all lined and wrinkled,
And your blood-shot eyes have bags.
Your tummy is now a pot-belly.
Your legs have varicose veins,
And the arthritis in your elbows and knees
Plays up whenever it rains.
But your soul is as youthful as ever,
Your spirit still as sprightly.
So you count all your blessings daily...
And take your tablets nightly!!!!
Monday 9 August 2010
Traveller
I tossed a thought into the air
And sent it on it's way.
It travelled here, and travelled there,
Getting bigger every day.
It wondered on and on across
This wondrous world of ours.
Sometimes it stayed for several days
And sometimes merely hours.
It journeyed North and journeyed West
It journeyed South and East.
By this time it had grown so large
It was really quite a beast!
It went on it's way, and while it went
It picked up a billion others:
The replies of the people on it's route,
It's counterparts - it's brothers!
This thought became a sentient thing.
Humanity's dreams unfurled.
And in it's wake, it seemed to leave
A calmer, gentler world.
It travels still, and will not stop
Until all nations find,
This single thought is ringing out
In every heart and mind.
What was it then, this random thought
I once chanced to release?
Not much at all, in the scheme of things.
Just a single syllable......Peace!
And sent it on it's way.
It travelled here, and travelled there,
Getting bigger every day.
It wondered on and on across
This wondrous world of ours.
Sometimes it stayed for several days
And sometimes merely hours.
It journeyed North and journeyed West
It journeyed South and East.
By this time it had grown so large
It was really quite a beast!
It went on it's way, and while it went
It picked up a billion others:
The replies of the people on it's route,
It's counterparts - it's brothers!
This thought became a sentient thing.
Humanity's dreams unfurled.
And in it's wake, it seemed to leave
A calmer, gentler world.
It travels still, and will not stop
Until all nations find,
This single thought is ringing out
In every heart and mind.
What was it then, this random thought
I once chanced to release?
Not much at all, in the scheme of things.
Just a single syllable......Peace!
Present Intense
When everything seems to go horribly wrong,
And the walls of doubt start to close in.
The days are too short, and the nights overlong –
It can really make your head spin.
‘Cos there’s too much month at the end of your money.
You’re unable to make both ends meet.
The bills come at once, and it's truly unfunny
When to pay “Paul” you’re forced to rob “Pete”.
The distant light viewed through a long dark tunnel
Is, in fact, an oncoming train.
And your brolly transforms itself into a funnel
The moment it pours down with rain.
Then, just when you think it can’t get any worse,
And believe that good luck will prevail,
You find out you’re under some terrible curse
As your roof blows away in a gale!
You hear people talk of those clouds, silver-lined,
That float in the sky overhead.
Yet you can’t help the feeling that they must be blind –
That’s not silver they’re lined with – it’s lead!!!
My advice in these times of extreme tribulation
When “The Twilight Zone” mirrors real life,
Is to see the absurd side of each situation
And to scoff at the source of your strife.
This won’t make your problems just disappear
But will lessen their grip on your heart.
It’s the best way I know to dissolve the fear.
You’ll have strength then to make a new start.
And the walls of doubt start to close in.
The days are too short, and the nights overlong –
It can really make your head spin.
‘Cos there’s too much month at the end of your money.
You’re unable to make both ends meet.
The bills come at once, and it's truly unfunny
When to pay “Paul” you’re forced to rob “Pete”.
The distant light viewed through a long dark tunnel
Is, in fact, an oncoming train.
And your brolly transforms itself into a funnel
The moment it pours down with rain.
Then, just when you think it can’t get any worse,
And believe that good luck will prevail,
You find out you’re under some terrible curse
As your roof blows away in a gale!
You hear people talk of those clouds, silver-lined,
That float in the sky overhead.
Yet you can’t help the feeling that they must be blind –
That’s not silver they’re lined with – it’s lead!!!
My advice in these times of extreme tribulation
When “The Twilight Zone” mirrors real life,
Is to see the absurd side of each situation
And to scoff at the source of your strife.
This won’t make your problems just disappear
But will lessen their grip on your heart.
It’s the best way I know to dissolve the fear.
You’ll have strength then to make a new start.
Friday 6 August 2010
Bold Protector
Steadfast and proud, he stands alone,
On guard against his foes.
His arms are stiff, his head is light,
He cannot feel his toes.
His clothes are worn and ragged,
But he doesn't seem to fret,
Just keeps a constant vigil,
Looking out for signs of threat.
He never will be conquered
Nor ever will he yield.
For he's a valiant scarecrow -
A man outstanding in his field!
On guard against his foes.
His arms are stiff, his head is light,
He cannot feel his toes.
His clothes are worn and ragged,
But he doesn't seem to fret,
Just keeps a constant vigil,
Looking out for signs of threat.
He never will be conquered
Nor ever will he yield.
For he's a valiant scarecrow -
A man outstanding in his field!
Throw-away Rhyme
You think that you know just who I am,
But how can that possibly be,
When all you can view from the outside
Is the part I allow you to see?
I'm hiding beneath the surface
Wearing a painted smile
Putting on the greatest show
You've seen in a long, long while.
I've spent my whole life acting like
I'm happy and content
While all the time, the tears inside
Are building up, unspent.
Alone with myself, the mask comes off,
The shield I wear disappears
And loneliness and self-loathing replace
The armour I've worn all these years.
It all started when I was very young,
A shy and awkward child
Sitting alone in the playground,
Relentlessly teased and reviled.
So I made myself as small as I could;
Was quieter than a mouse,
While I took it all out on my younger siblings
When my mum was out of the house.
In lessons I'd never raise my hand
Even though the answer I knew
My horror of being noticed at all
Made that the last thing I'd do.
And so, it went on throughout the school years
I became more of a recluse.
Outwardly getting on well with my life
But all the while that was a ruse.
The habits of a lifetime, it's true,
Are the hardest by far to break
In comparison, giving up smoking
Is childs play - a piece of cake!
But I'm working so hard to try to be
More open, then maybe some day,
I'll wonder why I wrote these lines;
Tear them up and throw them away.
But how can that possibly be,
When all you can view from the outside
Is the part I allow you to see?
I'm hiding beneath the surface
Wearing a painted smile
Putting on the greatest show
You've seen in a long, long while.
I've spent my whole life acting like
I'm happy and content
While all the time, the tears inside
Are building up, unspent.
Alone with myself, the mask comes off,
The shield I wear disappears
And loneliness and self-loathing replace
The armour I've worn all these years.
It all started when I was very young,
A shy and awkward child
Sitting alone in the playground,
Relentlessly teased and reviled.
So I made myself as small as I could;
Was quieter than a mouse,
While I took it all out on my younger siblings
When my mum was out of the house.
In lessons I'd never raise my hand
Even though the answer I knew
My horror of being noticed at all
Made that the last thing I'd do.
And so, it went on throughout the school years
I became more of a recluse.
Outwardly getting on well with my life
But all the while that was a ruse.
The habits of a lifetime, it's true,
Are the hardest by far to break
In comparison, giving up smoking
Is childs play - a piece of cake!
But I'm working so hard to try to be
More open, then maybe some day,
I'll wonder why I wrote these lines;
Tear them up and throw them away.
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