Sitting Under The Cloud

Naughty children at my granddaughter’s nursery school are punished by “sitting under the cloud.”

Today, I found her drawing on my office wall — not a major infringement, to be honest; I once plotted a whole novel on my office walls before I got my giant whiteboard, however, it is a forbidden activity.

I told her, “I’m going to find a cloud for you if you do that again.”

Later, following a microsecond’s inattention on my part, I discovered her back in the office. She’d drawn a cloud on the forbidden wall and was sitting under it, painting her nails with a lipstick.

I silently applauded the creative thinking but withdrew from the field. I know when I'm beaten.

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Originally published in The Daily Cuppa

You Can’t Escape Friends Like These

 

We set out today to see a trio of old friends we’ve not visited since the covid pandemic started. Not that they have the least interest in seeing us, but we were regular visitors up to a couple of years ago.

After the meridian line (zero degrees longitude) leaves the Arctic Circle, it doesn’t hit land until it comes ashore on nearby Tunstall beach. We were heading into an area that takes wind direct from the Arctic with little to get in its way. Even on a warm spring day, several layers of clothing are needed.

We could see our old friends long before we could reach out and touch them...

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Diving Into A Different Creative Outlet

It wasn’t planned, but Tom Daley and I prepared for winter together.

Being seized by an overwhelming desire to knit came out of nowhere, unless it was the subconscious thought that knitting can’t erupt into political controversy and never figures in the news. I’ve not knitted in decades, and I never had the least aptitude for it, but hey, have-wool-will-knit — and I had wool.

A forensic search of the house turned up a knitting needle — just the one — but I’m not a creative type for nothing, and my scarf began life on one knitting needle and a chopstick.

An online marketplace purchase later, it was on proper knitting needles — not the same size as the original, but then the original wasn’t the same diameter as the chopstick.

It was an exhausting fortnight-long project that rooted out any urge to knit for another few decades, and I was still glowing with a sense of achievement when knitting popped up all over the news; Tom Daley was knitting an Olympic cardigan between dives.

Wow! Knitting round corners and a gold medal for diving. It’s hard not to be impressed.

Tom Daley and I prepared for winter together. He came out champion for fancy footwork, both in the knitting and the diving, but I wonder how he’d have fared if his cardigan had had to start out on a chopstick. Or indeed if he’d worn it for one of his dives.

Mine might not have made the medals, but it’s a good scarf. Bring on winter!

 

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Originally published in The Haven

Mysteries, Blue Skies, And Visits

 

A busy week has left mysteries unsolved but had good weather in which to mull them over.

A Sign With A Number Of Anomalies

Walking through an unfamiliar town, we came across this sign:

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