I was late; they’d started without me. But I watched in horror as one by one they turned to stone, punishment for dancing on a Sunday. Standing on the Cornish moor, their #ring of stones warned me against folly forevermore. #vss365
Full of ink and promise, I wait on the desk, but she open her Notes app instead. Never mind. She might feel like writing tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or… #vss365#pen
He’d achieved his #exalted position with family money and pig headedness; now he was invincible. Apart from dementia, ill health and the constant threat of the First Lady in the Oval Office with the lead piping, obviously. #vss365
They #assured me my husband would be back to normal soon. But he came home from hospital and put the football on, ignoring his dulcimer. He laughed at the vegan dinner I cooked. But normal is a relative term. We changed his medication - he’s finally himself again. #vss365
I’m folded neatly; only the most observant will notice. I’m quietly preparing, building colour and scent for this season and beyond. And when I feel the sun’s #warmth, it’s time to open, fulfilling my purpose with the other flowers. #vss365
They’d #timed the bank job minutely. They even arrived early. But waiting’s boring. Later, the gang were identified by the guy from Greggs where they’d bought sausage rolls. #vss365
“Try something #achievable,” said my sister. “Maybe just #vss365 each day?” “Thanks for understanding,” I said. “You know I’d love to write seriously but…” I stopped as her phone rang. “Sorry!” she cried. “My agent! It’s about my book signing…!” Patronised, I resumed ironing.
The princess couldn’t choose. Looks, charm, horsemanship: all the suitors scored highly but the #measurables weren’t really a measure of anything. Then she met the stable boy…. #vss365
@young_liz Well, it’s understandable that they’d be tired. Not only have they just…but they’ve also done all those jobs we asked them to do during the day. Oh. Wait a sec…
Within the cupboard, we planted a small jar of sodium hydrogen carbonate, harmless on its own but enough to leave a clear message. Would it work? Would Mum’s cakes finally rise? We wouldn’t know until after school. #conspire#vss365
We didn't know it was the #threshold of something wonderful. Instead it was our smoking place, our drinking place, our snogging place. Maybe that's why it never opened for us. #vss365
#Home time. The children pour out onto the playground, waving today’s achievements and hurtling towards their parents. Gradually, the playground empties. My son is not there. The teacher comes over: “May I have a word?” #vss365
I hate tunnels. They’re dark. They make the noise of my wheels louder. The driver toots the horn before we enter and the sound goes right through me. But I have to do it because I am a #train. I’d love a day in the repair shed. #vss365