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5 Photos – 5 Days Challenge Day 5 – Serena’s Bubble Monster

I am currently taking part in the 5 Photos – 5 days challenge after being nominated by Annika Perry from

https://annikaperry.wordpress.com/

Here is my photo and writing for Day 5.

I’ve had this photo in my mobile phone for ages. Why did I photograph my foamy bubble bath ? I was astonished at how big this foamy bubble bath had become, and as you can see it had quite a distinct shape. I’m glad I did because it became quite a stimulus for this little story below.

I’m ending the five day challenge on a light-hearted note, here’s my cheeky story of Serena’s Bubble Monster!!!

Serena’s Bubble Monster

Serena turned the tap on full blast. The candles flickered creating a relaxing ambience. Serena poured herself a large glass of wine, and gulped it down in one big glug. Then she poured another. Continuing in the same vein she tipped the whole bottle of her favourite scented apple bubble bath in. No half measures. Not tonight. The bubbles grew and grew until they resembled a very large foamy marshmallow, the aroma reminding her of the imagined scent of a delightful apple orchard.

Serena was very hungry and would have been tempted to eat this apple marshmallow feast if she wasn’t certain that it was made out of soap. The white bubbly marshmallow spread out in a most peculiar way, whipping around like an enormous candy floss generator growing bigger and bigger. Boy her low blood sugar level was getting to her! Serena tried to turn the tap off but it seemed to be stuck. The water just kept on coming, gushing out faster and faster. Serena dashed around the bathroom, desperately looking for something to grip the tap with. In the process the towel that she had secured around her body nearly fell off. She found a hand towel and tried turning the tap off again. Still no luck. If the water wouldn’t stop it would start to flood the house, and this foaming marshmallow bubble would keep on growing and growing.

Serena sensed this was beyond the scope of her normal realm of experience. She couldn’t google this. In desperation she shouted for her husband but he didn’t come. He must have fallen asleep in front of the TV, been listening to loud music, or gone to the pub without telling her. That sounded more likely. Ugh. Men!

She shouted again, and this time, she got a reply, a response she wasn’t expecting.

‘Stop shouting can’t you see I’ve got an important job on. You’re agitating me, and agitated bubbles make for an agitated fellow, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that!’

The bubbles could talk? How peculiar! They sounded like a gush of water you might hear at the end of a very long ride at your favourite water park.

This fountain of exploding bubbles waved his soapy arms about in distress, sending little clouds of foam tumbling in all directions.

Serena gasped. The bubbles were frothing and foaming and getting more distinct by the minute. The bubble creature was now the size of a little man, who appeared to be frowning.

“Oh, stop it! Will you stop it! Just for a minute, please, Mr what can I call you?” shouted Serena.

“I’m forgetting my manners, do accept my apologies, my dear, I’m …… Mr. Fuming Bubble Monster,” he replied with a soapy frown.

This was the last straw, Serena found herself on the verge of tears. It had been a particularly stressful week, she had run up a huge phone bill, been involved in a minor accident, and had a row with her husband.

“Stop creeping me out, Mr Fuming whatever you are,” she cried.

“Creeping you out, heavens to soap suds, I’m just teasing! Come now, can’t you take a joke? How could a Bubble Monster be creeping you out? I’m just made out of hot steamy water, and friendly bubbles!”

Serena saw her mistake, really it had been an overly stressful week. “Now that I look at you more closely I don’t think you look frightening, but I’m not sure what you are. You’re flicking bubbles everywhere, and if you keep this up you’ll flood my house.”

“I don’t flood houses, well not often, only when I’m very cross. Today I’m in a good mood. I loved your apple bubble bath by the way, what a lovely smell, so fresh and inviting. Lovely candles too, just what the doctor ordered, Serena, you have a great taste in bubble bath. I love your name by the way, Serena, very Serene. It’s just about good enough to eat, oh, not you, my dear, your bubble bath. I feel like a new, improved Bubble Monster now. I needed that so much, and lots of hot water, it’s so important, you’ll see, just one second,” the bubble monster reached over with his foamy hand and turned the tap.

The tap groaned, and shrieked as if it was in terrible pain and then the water stopped.

“How did you manage to do that?” asked Serena, her forehead creasing with confusion.

“Bubble magic. Next time you run a bubble bath, remember my motto: Bubbles are magic, and magic must never ever be wasted.”

“Oh, now I see, you’re cross with me for emptying the whole of the bubble bath in.”

“Of course, I am, well said,” said the bubble monster as he started to slowly dissolve, his foamy body disappearing one bubble at a time down the plug hole.

“Hey, don’t go,” said Serena, dashing forward as if she was about to catch him.

“Sorry I’ve got to rush. Shame really. Tut Tut my soapy radar tells me someone else is up to bubble mischief.”

The Bubble Monster shook his soapy head, sending specks of bubbles everywhere.

The Bubble Monster began to shrink in size. Soon there was nothing left of him but his neck, chin, and his head, all of which were resting right by the plug hole.

‘We’ll meet again, my dear,” replied the Bubble Monster, his words barely audible, as parts of his head started to disappear.

“When?” asked Serena.

The Bubble Monster had to race to answer, his words speeding up, faster, and faster. “Soon. I’m sure of it. Buy more bubble bath. Light more candles. Atmosphere is everything. Don’t use it all, but don’t be stinggggy. I’ll check. Take care, Serene Serena. Have a nice bath….. YIKES…….G O O D B Y E EEEEE…………”

He managed one final lop-sided grin, and a mischievous bubbly wink, and then he was gone.

© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica.
Words good or bad, are my very own!

Now for the rules of the challenge:

‘Post a photo each day for five consecutive days, and tell a story about each photo. The story can be truth or fiction, poetry or prose. Each day one must also nominate a fellow blogger to participate in the challenge.’

Today I would like to nominate:https://ladyleemanila.wordpress.com/

I hope you might like to join in this challenge and I look forward to seeing your post if you do.

Well, that’s me I’ve completed the challenge. Here’s the links to the previous posts if you’ve missed them:

https://atomic-temporary-67364188.wpcomstaging.com/2015/06/25/5-photos-5-days-challenge-day-4-the-green-cap-man-meets-a-sticky-end/

https://atomic-temporary-67364188.wpcomstaging.com/2015/06/24/5-photos-5-days-challenge-day-3-wi-fi-red-phone-box-dating/

https://atomic-temporary-67364188.wpcomstaging.com/2015/06/23/5-photos-5-days-challenge-day-2-kings-college-sundial-clock-tower/

https://atomic-temporary-67364188.wpcomstaging.com/2015/06/22/five-photos-five-days-challenge-day-1-lost-dreams-drug-oblivian/

Thanks so much for dropping by. Please feel free to leave a comment, I’d love it if you do.

Bye for now!

Marje @ Kyrosmagica x

Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #50 Gain & Hound

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt Challenge #50 Gain&Hound

Time for another Haiku challenge, this week’s prompt words from Ronovan Writes are Gain and Hound. It kind of puts me in mind of my current situation. We’re in the process of modernising our kitchen, so I’ll gain a new kitchen but in the meantime I’m hounded by dust, debris, dirt and doubts! Are we spending too much? Did we really need to knock down walls? Oh too late, here’s what it looks like with steel girders holding it up!

On top of it all the project manager from the kitchen fitters has gone off sick. So nobody seems to know what they’re doing. That worrying thought is hounding me too!

Then we found out that our daughter had run up a huge mobile phone bill. (She’s in deep water.)

Eek, so please forgive me if a little anxiety creeps into my haiku this week. So to counterbalance my rising anxiety levels let’s have a smiley faced puppet to ward off my Hounding Kitchen Fears:

Hounding Kitchen Fears

Gain a new kitchen

Let go of those growing fears

Hey Stop Hounding Me!

And another one which is not kitchen orientated! It’s about a skinhead hound, hope you never meet one!

The Skinhead Hound

The hound dogged my dreams

No gain for me as I slept

Just skinhead nightmares

Words good or bad, are my very own!

Thanks for stopping by, do come again, I love visitors. Leave a comment if you can…..

Kyrosmagica xx

5 Photos – 5 days Challenge Day 3 – Wi Fi Red Phone Box Dating!!!

I am currently taking part in the 5 Photos – 5 days challenge after being nominated by Annika Perry from her blog: https://annikaperry.wordpress.com/

Here is my photo and writing for Day 3.

Well, when I saw this Red Wi-Fi box it took me back to the days of red phone boxes, and this kind of inspired this little piece of flash fiction:

WP_20150609_018 — https://kyrosmagica.wordpress.com

Wi-Fi Red Phone Box Dating.

Fifty, Fifty, Fifty, Fifty. Fifty. Five times, that’s enough. I don’t want to be reminded about my age. I’m going to the gym, hanging out in all the cool roof top vistas, and sipping gin and tonics in the sun. Who knows? I might even end up raving in a nightclub somewhere. I’m fascinated by this little red box. Apparently these used to be red phone boxes, how quaint! Nowadays these red boxes house Wi-Fi hot spots.

It’s tiny. Dark inside. There’s a light switch, click. If I touch this button I wonder what will happen? My hands tremble as my fingertips linger over the device. I give in to temptation. Oops, someone’s knocking on the door, wanting to come in and share my Wi-Fi dream. I wonder if I should let them in? What will he be like? If I don’t find him appealing can I lock him out with a key? Or would that be too cruel?

Then my babbling thoughts are thrust into a hasty retreat as I hear the sound of his voice.

“Hi, I’m Pete,” he says. I can’t see him yet but his voice is promising, nice.

“I’m Liz,” I reply.

“This is different,” says Pete, stepping into the box.

“Yes, it certainly is. Wi-Fi dating. A box of dreams,” I say smiling.

“It’s all new to me,” he says, but his eyes look away.

“Yeah, me too. The red box crew got it more or less right, the roof top vista, overlooking Cambridge city centre looks wicked, and I don’t mind a gym session, but I’m not too sure about the nightclub.”

“Maybe that’s an optional extra, you could opt to press shift?” replies Pete raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I may do. But maybe we should be adventurous,” I suggest waiting to see how he will react.

“Yes why not. I’m up for an adventure.”

I’m beginning to flirt. I remember the signs.

I like that a lot.

“And I’m treating you. I’ll pick up the tab,” replies Pete.

The word tab cuts it dead, and so does treating you. I’m not some sort of invalid. Two slices threaten the circuitry of the red box dream.

“There’s no need,” I reply my voice rising shrilly.

“Don’t worry I don’t possess that key, the one you’re worried about,” his eyes twinkle in amusement, flickers of blue, green, light.

I sigh. “That’s a relief, I wasn’t sure if all my requirements had been noted. How thoughtful of you to say.”

“It’s my pleasure,” his cute accent sends my mind reeling.

I forget all about the tab gaff.

A smile lights up my face as if I’ve pressed the page up and page down key and the smile doesn’t quite know where to stop. Where will it end? Which key will we end on? End, Home or Shift? At least I don’t have to worry about Control (Ctrl.) I don’t want anyone controlling me. No. Not after the last one, the one I had to delete. Fast.

There’s a pause in the conversation, the system’s doing an update. I wait until it’s finished and then I check him out. Boy, this updated verson ticks all my compulsory Wi-Fi boxes, and more. He’s tall, dark and handsome. Not short, pale, bald and pasty. No need to press the up arrow or the right, left key. His proportions are perfect. He’s got an enhanced smile too, even better than before and he isn’t a day over fifty. In fact he appears a lot younger. A lot, lot younger. Twenty years younger. He looks like he goes to the gym. Regularly. So my hands stay well away from the delete key.

“I hope you’re happy with the update?” asks Pete, breaking into my thoughts. He frowns a little as if he’s not sure if his asking is correct protocol.

“I am.” I find myself blushing.

His tee-shirt rides up a little, my eyes linger, on taut, well toned muscles. For a second or two I seem to have stopped breathing. I remember to breathe.

“Happy Birthday,” I say, with a grin, aware that if I don’t say something quickly my eyes will bore an exploratory hole through his tee-shirt.

“How did you know it was my birthday?” asks Pete.

I frown a little.

“It was a 50/50 chance I was right. These boxes are birthday dates sometimes.”

“Oh, yes I see. Silly me. The fifty slogan on the box, I’m being a bit dim,” says Pete, a flicker of anxiety crosses his face.

“No worries,” I say.

My frown melts. I can update again if need be, no cause for concern.

‘Happy Birthday to you too!”

“Thank you!” I reply with a smile.

“So you’re following the red box’s advice, no right clicks or left clicks? You’re going to the gym, then a drink in the rooftop bar, plus a night club?”

“Yes, might as well, let’s keep it simple. Would you care to join me Pete?”

“Yes lets, what a wonderful idea, I’d love to.”

Pete appears relieved, I notice his shoulders relaxing, a moment ago they seemed to be hitched up to his ears. I suppose he must have been worried that his birthday was about to be blown out, all fifty candles no longer flickering.

I press the escape key. He doesn’t sigh but I know from the expression on his face that he wants to. We leave the red box and step out into our date. I need a cool shot of alcohol, all this dating internet shenanigans makes me anxious. Who knows what may happen? But one things for certain, fifty is the new thirty. Maybe we might end up together in the love zone, or even find ourselves at home, no shift key required. Sweet.

© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica.
Words good or bad, are my very own!

Article about converting red phone boxes to Wi-Fi spots: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/3110726.stm

I hope you might want to join in the Challenge and if you do here are the rules:

‘Post a photo each day for five consecutive days, and tell a story about each photo. The story can be truth or fiction, poetry or prose. Each day one must also nominate a fellow blogger to participate in the challenge.’

Today I would like to nominate Julia at My Red Page: https://myredpage.wordpress.com/to take on this challenge, if she would like to.

I look forward to seeing her post.

Thanks for dropping by.

Kyrosmagica x

World Naked Bike Ride Cambridge !!!!

Found this on Facebook. My first reaction – it kind of amused me so thought I’d share!!! Apparently this has been happening every June since 2006! Really, I’ve never ever seen it.

The last time we had a bike event in Cambridge it was the Tour de France, which was chock-a-block with lycra. This is a bit different!

Anyway, if you want to support this event for environmental reasons, and of course your love of biking, give it a go, just be aware that the expression saddle sore is going to take on a whole new dimension! Still, there’s always the option to go partially clothed, I know which half, I’d opt for.

Thank goodness they’re holding this event in June, a naked bike ride sure isn’t an activity for the winter! Ugh, that just sends shivers down my spine.

http://www.worldnakedbikeride.org/

Monday Blog: A Visual Taster – Edinburgh International Festival

This Monday I am taking part in Rachel Thompson#MondayBlogs http://badredheadmedia.com/mondayblogs/

This is a continuation of an idea that I began on May 6th, which featured Deacon House Café, a great place to stop for a coffee before buying your tickets for shows.

Every August I head up to Edinburgh for The Edinburgh International Festival and Fringe. I just love all the craziness that seems to accompany the city at this time of year. So I thought I’d share with you some of my photos from last year’s festival to put you in the mood for attending this year, or if you live too far away, here’s a little taster for you to enjoy!

Fancy a bit of robot fun?

Look, you can even get your photo taken with him.

Or maybe you’d rather be plastered in a pile of leaflets? That’s one way to get much needed attention! Hope this hard working young man’s work contract includes a tea break, and the odd toilet stop, poor chap. Charlie Chaplin’s smiling down on everyone, he’s ok, he’s got top billing.

If all else fails, wear black, collapse onto the road and stay there, just hope and pray that nobody trips on you as they go pass! Luckily this is a pedestrianized area, no cars, lorries, or buses, thank heavens. The lengths that these performers will go to in order to get their show noticed.

Have you been to The Edinburgh International Festival? Have you performed there? Do let me know I’d love to hear your stories.

Ten Word Story: Cavernous Potato Hunger

This week I’ve been inspired by Esther Newton’s ten word story challenge to write a story with the words Potato and Friday, she originally posted this challenge on the 2nd of April.

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2015/04/02/5373/

So apologies for being so slow on the uptake Esther. I’m kind of behind on the date of the challenge but never mind. I had a go at this one anyway. Here is my belated ten word story:

Friday Hunger dug a cavernous potato hole in his stomach.

You might want to have a go at her current challenge: https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2015/04/09/my-weekly-writing-challenge-46/

Esther’s looking for ten-word stories, with the words: discombobulated, fabulous, bacon and unicorn.

Sounds quite a challenge!

First of all let’s take the word discombobulated, quite a mouthful isn’t it? Doesn’t roll of the tongue with ease but I do kind of like the word, it means to confuse, disconcert, upset, frustrate. I kind of think the discombobulated idea suggests a touch of humour, and poor old Mr Pig may have to chat up a fabulous unicorn or else he might end up as bacon!

Here goes:

A discombobulated pig courted a fabulous unicorn who ate bacon.

Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Challenge: Foul and Sweet Haiku

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt Challenge #37 Foul&Sweet

“Welcome everyone to the Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge. You may have found your way here through The Daily Post pages, the WordPress Reader, Twitter, Google+, or however you found us, we’re glad you came. I’m not just saying that. After you have been with us for a time you will realize we aren’t just a place to share a three line poem. We are a community of friends here. That doesn’t mean you have to talk to us. Just visit the various Haiku and click Like if you actually like something.”

The Weekly Haiku challenge is from Ronovan Writes: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-37-foul-sweet/

Some Ronovanwrites tips on how to write a haiku poem:

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/how-to-write-a-haiku-poem/

Here’s my attempt at Foul and Sweet Haiku:

Foul porridge – ain’t nice

Bear taste buds shift in uproar

Sweet porridge – just right.

Foul porridge ain’t nice, bear taste buds shift in uproar.

Bear taste buds shift in uproar, sweet porridge just right.

Haiku is my very own!

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My Friday Post: Sea Urchins Ouch!

This guys waving at you and that’s ok, he’s quite beautiful from afar but you sure don’t want to get up close and personal and you definitely don’t want to stand on him. He’s a sea urchin, also archaically known as a sea hedgehog.

You can see the resemblance. But this guy’s kind of cute.

This hedgehog really is a bit of a sneaky fellow, hiding away, a bit like his cousin the Sea Urchin.

Don’t mess with Sea Urchins, guys, I’m talking from experience, well second hand experience. My youngest daughter stood on a Sea Urchin whilst on holiday in Greece. The Sea Urchin may have great senses but it had no idea she was about to make this mistake, as they don’t have eyes. Shame, they can move with their adhesive tube feet but how was the urchin to know? It was a terrible experience. She ended up with thirty spines on her foot, and each one of these little darlings had to be removed individually by hand with the sharp point of a needle. No anaesthetic. My husband had some job holding her down. She looks slim and delicate but don’t let that fool you she’s wily and strong. She screamed the resort down. The resort doctor didn’t seem at all sympathetic, maybe this happens so often she’d just anaesthetised herself to any emotional response, too many unprepared tourists standing on sea urchins. But, my poor daughter was so disturbed by this unfortunate event that she developed a bit of a phobia for needles. Well, a massive phobia and this fear of needles continued for some time.

After all that, you’d think that she would have hated the holiday but no, she loved it. It was a wonderful opportunity for her to join in the watersports, hang out with new found friends, but it was one of those holidays when every possible accident that could happen did happen, and they all happened to her. In the space of two weeks she stood on a Sea Urchin, cut her foot on glass, banged her head on the pool, had an asthma attack whilst out swimming (in the middle of the ocean, as she tried to swim back to the boat we were on.) She managed to get a tick in the ear, and even got stung by a fairly innocuous jelly fish. Yes, it was such a memorable holiday, a veritable catalogue of accidents! Amazingly she still had fun, and kept on smiling, kids are so resilient aren’t they? But I have to say it wasn’t one of my favourite holidays.

So it’s no surprise that I have a bit of a love hate relationship with these creatures. I love them with their spines removed, but I hate them with their spines intact.

These spineless cute darlings.

Having said that there’s no doubt about it Sea Urchins are beautiful in their own way, even with their spines. But don’t forget to view them from a safe distance!

Look at this Zebra Urchin:

The Spined Sea Urchin

makes me shudder.

thH3ZVFGF2 Spined ssea urchin (diadema Paucis) — Spined sea Urchin (Diadema Paucis)

They come in all shapes and colours.

thU4BCLOIB Urchin daidema savigigni red urchin — Urchin Daidema Savigigni Red Urchin

And some of them are Giants!

thORN9I0MD gIANT RED SEA URCHIN — Giant Red Sea Urchin

Sea Urchins like to impress,

they’ll wear a Tuxedo to show off!

Poisonous, eek Urchin!

th0BD146DT — Poisonous Sea Urchin Closingblossom.deviantart.com

This guy kind of looks a bit like an alien!

A Dalek one!

Some people like to get creative

and use them as plant pots!

Maybe You Might Like To Plant a Sea Urchin Cactus?

Or Create Pretty Sea Bed Mats

Interspersed with colourful sea urchins

How about a Sea Urchin Snowman?

th1QQBN7UB sea urchin snowman! — Sea Urchin snowman

Or a Sea Urchin Lamp?

th sea urchin light — And light up your way!

Bored? Grab some pencils and make a Sea Urchin.

Hungry? Some people even like to eat them, in the West Indies, slate pencil urchins, are eaten. Sea Urchins are commonly eaten by the Alaska Native population around Kodiak island. It is commonly exported, mostly to Japan. So I could get my own back by eating an unsuspecting Urchin but somehow that doesn’t appeal.

Here’s some pictures of other places in the world where you can eat Sea Urchins if the fancy takes you!

Barbeque anyone?

I’ve no idea how you’d eat these?

At least you get some slices of lemon and lime

and chilli sauce to wash these down with!

Anyway don’t knock what you’ve never tried, apparently eating Sea Urchin is good for you, and their roes are considered to be an aphrodisiac in some parts of the world – Japan.

So remember the next time you dip your feet into the ocean if you expect that there might be Sea Urchins lurking in the seabed, waiting to stick their spines into your poor, unsuspecting feet, please buy a pair of these, they’re don’t cost much and they’re well worth the money!

So have a wonderful Friday, watch out what you do, and where you might step. See you again soon!

Links:

http://healthbenefitsofeating.com/sea-food/health-benefits-of-eating-sea-urchin/128/

http://www.oceanlight.com/purple_sea_urchin_photo.html

Coronado Island: http://webebalanced.com/portfolio/southern-California/

My Friday Post: Welcome to my Quirky Houses Tour

A hearty welcome to my Friday zest tour of Quirky houses.

My Haiku:

The Lemon Zest Tour

Many Strange Houses Galore

All Tastes Catered For

Haiku is my very own!

I hope you’ll agree that they are quite amazing. Let’s start off with this beauty:

This one’s a bit dingy in comparison! Hope you have a warm jumper and a torch.

Maybe you prefer to be cushioned in a tree hand. What about something a bit more uplifting?

Or perhaps you’re a gambler who likes to take risks? The architect for the one below must have been drink! It reminds me of a pack of shuffled cards that’s out of order and tumbling everywhere!

Or would you like to blend into the environment? This one’s calm and tranquil. But how would you find your way home at night? Maybe you’ll need a sheep dog.

Perhaps you like to live dangerously?

This one would suit a hermit with a love of the tropics. Just imagine, you could swim every day. Heaven.

Quirky, yes, why not? I wonder if you have to climb up that hill with your groceries? Or would you give up and live off the land?

A fondness for mushrooms perhaps? Just don’t pick poisonous ones or magical ones!

Eggs? Yes, this reminds me of the material egg boxes are made of. I hope it’s not windy, or this egg box house may turn into a frisby. I hope you can climb trees.

One for a posh hermit with a love of the tropics who likes diving, and living precariously.

You enjoy the circus? Some stilts perhaps?

A lover of shoes?

Fond of gardening and like to keep chickens? This one’s a fancy chicken coop, but you could have a bigger version!

Like your garden but fancy an oriental touch?

An oriental tree house?

An artist with an obsession with plastic lunchboxes?

Or an artist with a door obsession?

A lover of books?

A bookworm wouldn’t just settle with the house, we’d need a few accessories too!

For skiiers, and adrenalin worshippers who also like a touch of summer sun?

Cat lovers, don’t look at me like that, I haven’t forgotten you.

And of course, last but not least, a special home for all those dog lovers out there, equipped with tail, and cute puppy.

Thanks for coming on this Friday’s Quirky house tour, hope you enjoyed yourself. Have a wonderful Friday, and a lovely weekend see you again soon!

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Runaway Train

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!

EEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye for now.

Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

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