How To Protect Your Blog, by Hugh Roberts

A very helpful post from Hugh Roberts at Forestgarden blog about Protecting your blog.

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Hugh Roberts is a true blogging friend.  Not only an extremely generous and warm-hearted soul, Hugh is exceptionally clever about the nuts and bolts side of blogging.  When I discovered my posts plagiarized by an Aussie web site a few weeks ago, Hugh immediately offered support, a healthy dose of shared outrage, and then some very practical advice.

Loyal readers and I had a number of good conversations after that episode through the comments, emails, and even some phone calls.  It heightened our awareness of how vulnerable our work remains when published online.  That is when I invited Hugh to write a guest blog for Forest Garden, giving solid technical support to help all of us with things like watermarks,widgets, disclaimers, and copyrights.  February 20, 2015 hearts 004

Hugh has come through in fine style, and I hope you will enjoy his guest blog post today:

 

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Guest Post on Guest Author Etiquette by Chris the Storyreading Ape

Reblog of Guest Author Etiquette by Chris The Storyreading Ape.

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(Today is a post from Chris the Storyreading Ape.  Enjoy and check out his site.)

Author Guest Post Etiquette

My thanks to Charles for inviting me to discuss Guest Author Etiquette (although, an APE discussing etiquette does seem a bit odd, however, since there’s no food involved let’s give it a try and see what happens…

First, there is the obvious question from authors with their own blogs all nicely set up to tout sell their own books…

WHY should I promote other authors and their books on my blog – I want people to buy and review my book(s)?”

The Answer?

By featuring other authors and their books on your blog, it will bring new visitors and followers to you; and your books (which are probably on display somewhere nearby, e.g., in widgets showing the covers, embedded with the purchase links, on the column beside the article)

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Writing Haiku

 

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Recently I’ve been attempting to write a bit of poetry. So with this in mind, and the sense that Spring is maybe on its way at long last, I thought I’d find out a bit about the essence of Haiku.

I wondered if I could Haiku, maybe you could too!

Haiku is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. It consists of three lines. Line one has 5 syllables, line two has seven syllables, and line three has five syllables. The subject is usually about nature or the seasons. This poetry does not need to rhyme.

 Matsuo Basho

Here are  examples of the haiku of  Matuso Basho , the first great poet of haiku in the 1600s:

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Autumn moonlight—

a worm digs silently

into the chestnut.

 

Lightning flash—

what I thought were faces

are plumes of pampas grass.

 

Yosa Buson

Haiku of Yosa Buson from the late 1700s.

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A summer river being crossed

how pleasing

with sandals in my hands!

 

Light of the moon

Moves west, flowers’ shadows

Creep eastward.

 

In the moonlight,

The color and scent of the wisteria

Seems far away.

 

Kobayaski Issa

Here are three haiku from Kobayashi Issa, a haiku master poet from the late 1700s and early 1800s:

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Trusting the Buddha, good and bad,

I bid farewell

To the departing year.

 

Everything I touch

with tenderness, alas,

pricks like a bramble.

 

 

Natsume Soseki

Natsume Soseki lived from 1867 – 1916.  He was a novelist and master of the haiku. Here are a couple of examples of his poems:

Over the wintry

forest, winds howl in  rage

with no leaves to blow.

 

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My favourite season is the summer, here are some summer words to get you in the mood for a little Haiku sunshine.

Summer:

sun, sparkles, leaves, blue, insects, sunflower, breeze, dance, sky, birds, shimmer, trees, grass, butterfly, hot, summer, smile, beach, sand, dream, sea, ice-cream, soft, sunbeams, long days, pollen, bees, ice, picnic, lake, park, cricket, sun-cream, yellow, play, hope.

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Quotes and Proverbs

Summertime an’ the livin’ is easy. Ira Gershwin.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net forever. – Jacques Cousteau.

There is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it is sent away. – Sarah Kay.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer. – Jenny Han.

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
Henry James

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America    

“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”
George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows    

“Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones    

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. Albert Camus.

A life without love is like a year without summer – Proverb.

The winter will ask what we did all summer. – Proverb.

 

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Let’s not neglect the other seasons. They give us a wonderful sense of contrast, Anthony Horowitz said this so succinctly in this wonderful quote:

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolour, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all. – Anthony Horowitz.

Winter:

sun, dying, sleet, grey, river, twilight, magic, turkey, wind, sleigh, white, sky, robin, sparkle, trres, grass, darker, wolf, winter, coat, falling snow, frozen, dream, village, mountains, hard, beauty, cold, gentle, old, Christmas, crisp, clouds, woods, December, icy winds, sleep, tree, candle, twinkle, ski, fire.

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Quotes and Proverbs.

One kind word can warm three winter months – Japanese Proverb.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. – John Steinbeck.

Winter is in my head, but eternal spring is in my heart – Victor Hugo.

One a lone winter evening, when the frost has wrought the silence. – John Keats.

If we had no winter the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. – Anne Bradstreet.

In the midst of winter I find within me the invisible summer. – Leo Tolstoy.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. – Edith Sitwell.

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Spring:

april, bee, basket, bunny, baseball, bird, bloom, butterfly, caterpillar, chick, cloud, daffodil, dig, earth, egg, easter, flower, fog, grass, garden, grow, hatch, insect, kite, leaf, lilac, ladybird, March, May, June, nest, picnic, plant, pansy, puddle, rainbow, raincoat, rainy, roots, season, seed, shovel, shower, soil, spring, spring cleaning, sprout, stem, storm, sunshine, thaw, tulip, umbrella, violet, warm, water, weed, wind, worm.

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Quotes and Proverbs.

Spring: nature’s way of saying Let’s Party! – Robin Williams.

In the spring at the end of the day you should smell like dirt – Margaret Atwood.

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. – Edna St. Vincent Millay

The World is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful – E.E. Cummings

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything – William Shakespeare.

Spring is like when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush – Doug Larson

An optimist is the human personification of Spring – Susan J Bissonnette.

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. Proverb.

 

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Autumn:

acorn, apple, autumnal equinox, bale of hay, bonfire, chestnuts, chilly, cider, cobweb, cool, corn, cornucopia, cranberry, crisp, deciduous, fall, falling leaves, feast, football, Halloween, harvest, harvest moon, hay, hayride, haystack, leaf, leaves, maize, October, melancholy, November, Nuts, Persimmon, Pine cone, Pumpkin, Pumpkin pie, raincoat, rake, reap, Scarecrow, season, September, Sleet, spider, spider’s web, squash, Thanksgiving, Turkey, web.

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Quotes:

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning.

Autumn carries more gold within its hand than all the other seasons. –  Jim Bishop.

Fiery colours begin their yearly  conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist. – Takayuki Ikkaku.

 

 

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Links:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matsuo_Bash%C5%8D

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kobayashi_Issa

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natsume_S%C5%8Dseki

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yosa_Buson

 

 

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RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt Challenge #32 Rare&Harsh

Reblogging this from Ronovan Writes. Fancy a Haiku challenge?Interested? Lots of details on this post.

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Sunday inspired the words this week, again. I was attempting to write my Sunday Thought late Saturday evening into early Sunday morning and nothing was coming. Rather than force it, I shut everything down and waited. When I woke up the next morning, well actually the same morning, the thought was there. Patience. I had waited rather than force it.

One quick thing. I have noticed in my social network travels that we aren’t following each other on Twitter. I follow everyone I have  a Twitter Handle for. Every one, follow our Haiku friends. You have a Twitter but I don’t have it? Just type it in the comments when you paste your link. One way I find Twitter Handles is when I click on your Haiku, I click the Twitter share button and get the handle from there. Your handle doesn’t show there? Click here

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My Kyrosmagica Review of These Broken Stars by Amie Kaufman and Meagan Spooner

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Goodreads Synopsis:

Luxury spaceliner Icarus suddenly plummets from hyperspace into the nearest planet. Lilac LaRoux and Tarver Merendsen survive — alone. Lilac is the daughter of the richest man in the universe. Tarver comes from nothing, a cynical war hero. Both journey across the eerie deserted terrain for help. Everything changes when they uncover the truth.

The Starbound Trilogy: Three worlds. Three love stories. One enemy.

This February I joined in the Booksplosion Readathon, book of the month, These Broken Stars, Starbound#1,  moderated by book tuber Jesse (JesseTheReader) on Goodreads.

My review:

Major Tarver Merendsen war hero, is stationed on the Icarus, the “Newest, fanciest ship to come out of orbital dock.”  Tarver approaches Lilac, a girl who he’s attracted to, but his well-intentioned attentions to Lilac LaRoux are rebuffed, in a very nasty manner. Tarver doesn’t know who Lilac La Roux is, to him she’s  just an attractive young woman that he’d like to date. Later Tarver finds out why. Lilac happens to be the spoilt brat daughter of the wealthiest man in the universe. Lilac expects everyone to recognise her, and everyone normally does, no exceptions. Even though Tarver is a war hero, he is not someone who Lilac would socialise with.  Her friend Anna warns her: ” Who cares how many medals the major managed to wrangle in the field? He’s still just a teacher’s son.”

When the Icarus suddenly develops problems with its hyperspace engines, Tarver is all too aware of the danger. Even though Lilac treated him appallingly Tarver can’t help but be a soldier hero. He jumps after her to help her escape the riot of panicking crowds. He escorts Lilac to an escape pod.

Tarver expects to sit beside her on that pod whether she likes it or not. Who can deny him this?  Stuck up Lilac isn’t too keen on the idea of Tarver frequenting the same pod as her, but Tarver isn’t about to listen to her:  “The soldier lifts both eyebrows. Miss LaRoux, there are five seats in that pod, and I mean to use one of them. We may not have five minutes. It seems like something’s pulling the ship out of hyperspace before it’s supposed to.”

Lilac and Tarver crash-land on a deserted planet. Lilac initially seems more concerned with her, “Two thousand Galactics’ worth of shoes,” than with anything else, but it turns out that Lilac isn’t just a pretty, empty headed spoilt brat. She knows a lot of technicalities about “interdimensional travel,”  hot-wiring, and electrical circuitry. They soon realise the shocking truth that they are the sole two survivors stuck on this strange planet.  Will Tarver and Lilac be able to stand each others company?  Will they survive and make it home?

These Broken Stars  is a blend of sci-fi, dystopian, paranormal and romance all in one. The book has a lovely cover that just matches the endearing contents inside. I particularly liked the romance in this book, the characters grow and develop so much as the novel progresses. The romance unfolds slowly, and this makes it all the more heart-warming and believable for the reader.

I love the romance!!!!

Lilac changes from a stuck up spoilt brat daddy’s girl, to a young woman who appreciates that life is precious, much more so than her previously prized material possessions. The friendships that she had aboard the Icarus were built on snobbery and hollow values.  Those expensive shoes, and dresses may look lovely but are worthless on this planet. She finds out some shocking truths about her dad, reveals a new-found strength of character, and discovers that her father can’t manipulate her any more.

Tarver remains pretty solid throughout, there are no massive surprises with this guy, apart from the fact that this soldier has suffered heartbreak in his family life. This human side adds depth to his character. He isn’t just the perfectly trained soldier equipped to deal with every crisis, he has emotions, and feelings too. I loved how the book allowed us to see the thoughts of both Tarver and Lilac through dual points of view. These Broken Stars relies heavily on these two characters as we spend practically all of our time with them so Tarver and Lilac have to be engaging and interesting to carry this of.

The Icarus reminded me of the Titanic of the Sci-Fi world. The space ship that should never had crashed but did, killing so many people. “But who names a starship the Icarus? What kind of man possess that much hubris, that he dares it to fall?”

Lilac starts seeing ghostly images, hearing whispers, and simple life forms such as a flower, start resurrecting. There is a touch of the paranormal in this novel which adds another element of interest that readers will enjoy.

Throughout the book, and before the start of each chapter there are transcripts of single page interview sessions being conducted with Tarver after his rescue. I found these an interesting way to break up the chapters but at times I felt that they revealed a little too much about the plot.

The emphasis in These Broken Stars is on the developing romance and growing love, understanding and respect that slowly develops between Lilac and Tarver. That suited me! But possibly Sci Fi fans may be a little disappointed at the lack of detail about the space ship Icarus, and the planet that they crash-land on.

It works well as a standalone novel, as the story comes to a very satisfactory conclusion. I am looking forward to reading more in this series.

I would recommend it for readers of Young Adult, Sci Fi, Dystopian, Paranormal, Aliens, Fantasy, and of course Romance.

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Favorite Quotations:

“Abhorrent though it may seem to you, we are going to have to spend a night together. Brace yourself.”

“And there it is, against all hope, like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. The smallest hint of a smile.”

“For a moment the image before us is frozen: our world, our lives, reduced to a handful broken stars half lost in uncharted space. Then it’s gone, the view swallowed by the hyperspace winds streaming past, blue-green auroras wiping the after-images away.

Until all that’s left is us.”

“Where will I sit?” Sit? Why, on this comfortable chaise longue I’ve carried here for you in my pocket, Your Highness, so glad you asked. I clamp my mouth shut, struggling not to say it aloud.”

“I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a circle there with my thumb, smoothing the water in her skin. I want to show her there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“You’re you,’ he repeats, his eyes full of grief. ‘You’re the same girl who crashed on this planet with me, who I dragged through forests and over mountains, who climbed through a shipwreck full of bodies to save my life. You’re the same girl I loved, and I love you now.”

Have you read These Broken Stars? Do leave a comment below I’d love to hear from you.

Bye for now.

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Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

To Writers Who Struggle with Self-Compassion #1000Speak

I’m reblogging this from Christy at Poetic Parfait, as I’m all for compassion and a touch of kindness. #1000Speak. Just found out about this today : 1000 voices speak for compassion, 20th February 2015.

My Friday Image and Poem: A Worldwide Web Shane Waltener

A Worldwide Web  Shane Waltener

 

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This litte poetic ditty was inspired by this wonderful sculpture which I had the pleasure of seeing in all its splendour at Juniper Artland, Wilkieston, Scotland. You may remember that I mentioned this wonderful inspiring Artland before in several blog posts, the original being on the 15th of June 2014.

 

A Worldwide Web

Looking through your mesmerising eyes

There’s no way to look away,

Speckled shadows dance and play,

In this Worldwide Web of Enchantment.

 

Looking through your murmuring eyes,

There’s no way  to steal away,

Deceitful shadows flit and play,

In this Worldwide Web of Allure.

 

Looking through your mocking eyes

There’s no way to break away,

Fine gossamer lines wrap and entwine,

In this Worldwide Web of Delusion.

 

Looking through your morbid  eyes,

There’s no way to run away,

The script is already written,

In this Worldwide Web of Drama.

 

Looking through your lost greenery of truth,

There’s no way to rip away,

Do I vindicate or blame you?

In this Worldwide Web of  Uncertainty.

 

© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica.

Words, and Photo, good or bad, are my very own!

 

Hope you enjoyed my Friday image and poem. Have a wonderful weekend. 🙂

 

Links:

https://www.jupiterartland.org/artwork/a-world-wide-web

http://shanewaltener.blogspot.co.uk/#4199122337725407763

http://shanewaltener.com/

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/art/features/in-the-studio-shane-waltener-artist-8812518.html

 

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Happy Chinese New Year Gong Xi Fa Cai

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Gong Xi Fa Cai – Happy Chinese New Year, it’s the Year of the Sheep, or I think so, some say it is the year of the Goat, or the Ram. Read the article at the bottom of this blog post to find out more. Would you rather be a fluffy Sheep? They’re far cuter I reckon.

I opened a fortune cookie today and this is what it said: You will find fortune on the 8th July. Very specific! Hope it comes true! Maybe I should do the lottery on that day.

Are there any sheep following my blog?

If you had a fortune cookie what did it say?

Do let me know in the comment box below, I’d love to hear your fortunes!

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/chinese-new-year-is-it-the-year-of-the-ram-sheep-or-goat-10055872.html

 

 

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Runaway Train

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I’m back home from Brighton after helping out my daughter with her fractured ankle. It has been quite an experience as you will read in my previous post An unusual Valentine’s Adventure, which was published on the 15th of February. Well, the adventure wasn’t quite over as I was soon to discover! All seemed to be fine on my journey back, the trains were running on time. I was on the last leg of my journey home when a considerable amount of smoke filled the interior of my train, coupled with a rather unpleasant, noxious, smell. Windows were opened to try to let out the smoke. An elderly gent moved down the train, clutching his scarf to his mouth, coughing in discomfort. A young child had been crying for some time and now seemed to be crying much more loudly in protest, adding to the strained nerves of myself and the other travellers. The train stopped, and passengers started to look around to see if they could see the source of the smoke. It seemed to be getting thicker, and more pungent.  Finally an announcement was made, the rear portion of the train’s breaks weren’t working properly and a temporary fix had to be done to get us to Royston. With the fix completed we speeded on to Royston, all the time I was wondering if the temporary fix would hold, would we be able to stop? Luckily, all was well, the runaway train very kindly obliged, and came to a very satisfactory, stop. From there the rear portion of the faulty train was uncoupled and all of the passengers moved into the first four carriages of the train. Glad I’m back home in one piece, a train without a fully functional breaking system is kind of a scary proposition if you ask me!
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An Unusual Valentine’s Adventure

teddy-242851__180 It’s been a bit of a strange week, my eldest daughter fractured her ankle and I’ve been helping her out. So here I am in Brighton spending Valentine’s Day with my injured daughter! Motherly love knows no bounds…..

My journey to Brighton was pretty eventful, I decided to take the bus to Cambridge station, and by the time that I arrived at the bus stop I was regretting this decision. I was running a little late. I saw a very tempting taxi just sitting there but I’d walked all the way to the bus stop so I wasn’t about to hop into a taxi. I’m stubborn that way. Then a lady asked me for help, she was trying to print out her tickets for the bus, but she couldn’t work out how to use the ticket machine. And guess what, she was on crutches! I knew that if I didn’t get my skates on I’d miss the train. So I had to abandon the lady on crutches, fortunately she managed to get help from one of the staff in the bus depot. Luckily I managed to get to the train station in time but then of course the ticket machine refused to work. It took me several attempts to print out my train tickets. Could this have been retribution for abandoning the lady on crutches?

Then, just before I arrived at my daughter’s University campus the ticket inspector came on the train and asked a young man sitting opposite me for his ticket, he rummaged around in his bag making a big show of trying to look for his ticket, but couldn’t produce the goods. Then he got up and made for the exit. The ticket inspector came after him, asking for his ticket all the way, and then proceeded to follow him off the train. The guy was obviously  travelling without a ticket and the poor ticket inspector must have had a rough time trying to get the money off of him.  I’ve no idea what happened as the two of them disappeared out of sight but I just hope it didn’t turn nasty.

Anyway, I’ve been crashing out on my daughter’s student flat, sleeping on her floor, reliving my student days. Quite an experience, I’ve not been getting much sleep,  (Friday and Saturday nights are the worse what with parties, kids getting locked out of their rooms, and all sorts of shenanigans.) I’ve been doing my daughter’s washing at the launderette, buying her groceries, and cooking student dinners in a state of sleep deprivation. This morning my back was aching and when I bent over to lift her laundry bag I pulled a muscle. I won’t be much help if I injure myself too! I’m going to treat myself to a night in a hotel before I go home as a bit of a reward! I reckon I deserve it. It will be so wonderful to sleep in a bed, instead of on top of  a pile of cushions from the living room settee. Oh, I forgot to mention that the blasted fire alarm went off one evening. That was quite a challenge getting her down three flights of stairs, she’d just finished washing her hair, too. Believe me when I say that washing, and showering is some challenge in such a tiny floor space when you’ve broken an ankle.  Of course, it’s no surprise that we were the last down on hearing the fire alarm,  I’m so relieved that it wasn’t a real fire.  Luckily she’s young and bones heal real quick when you’re her age.

Breaking limbs seems to be a bit of a family trait, I  broke my foot years ago when my youngest daughter was fairly little so I know just how incapacitating it can be. I tripped in the playground while I was carrying her.  I had two possible choices: drop my daughter and save my foot or ensure that my daughter was safe. Of course you know which one I chose. I did the motherly thing, saved her and broke a foot. One of the mums joked that I should have dropped her and she would have bounced but I’m not too sure about that, that concrete looked real frightening.

Luckily, breaking my foot wasn’t all doom and gloom, there were some compensations. I had a real nice trip in the ambulance to the hospital with a liberal supply of gas and air, and the handsomest paramedic to attend to me. I can still see him now……..

So tonight is Valentine’s night and my daughter and I are going to attempt the bus journey into Brighton city centre, for a mother and daughter dinner.  On arrival at the restaurant we made quite an entrance, she managed to knock the shelf above her with her crutches as we arrived, I’m just glad she didn’t knock down that elaborately wrapped Valentine’s chocolate raffle prize, that would have been oh so embarrassing.

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She’s feeling a bit tired, a double Macchiato will be required to get her up and running after dinner.   She’ll be booted up and on crutches. I’ll be hobbling about with a twinge in my back, and shadows under my eyes. Then she’s off to a friend’s birthday party for an hour or two, again on her crutches.  She’s made of determined stuff. After that I’m taking her back on the bus. No idea what I’m going to do on my own in Brighton for two hours on Valentine’s night! I reckon there’s bound to be a touch of Valentine’s craziness on the streets of Brighton, apparently when there is any festival or cause for celebration everyone is out and about, creating mayhem.

This is going to be the strangest Valentines I’ve ever had. Have you ever had an unusual Valentine day? I’d love to hear about it if you have.

Bye for now! Watch out, remember to look where you are going…

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Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx