Keith's Ramblings

For Wordless Wednesday and bloghops various

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This my favourite part of the park, somewhere to just sit and chill surrounded by twisting blue walls, luscious flower beds and a duck pond!

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We used to love sitting over there watching the boats go by, didn’t we? I remember one day we had a trivial conversation along the lines of ‘how’s work, how’s your mum, what did you have for lunch, you need a haircut…will you marry me?’ You should have seen your face. You had a fit of giggles and then said ‘no!’ Then you looked me in the eye and said ‘of course I’ll marry you’! We sat hand in hand and watched as the sun went down behind the old oak tree.

Then your sun set, too soon. Why? I blamed myself. I blamed your family, I blamed the doctors. I blamed God, how dare he? I was angry, so angry. But it was nobody’s fault. These things happen. To some. To you.

That was a long time ago, and here I am watching the boats go by just as we used to. The bench is still over there. It’s become weather-worn and wobbly, a bit like me. The oak tree’s still here. It doesn’t look a day older, unlike me!

There’s just one thing missing. You are missing. You.

Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?

Image credit; Llia Bronskiy

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Farmer Fred was telling his Baamy chums about his vinyl record collection, “I got the box down from the loft, it was full of 78’s and 45’s covered in dust, some are like gold dust, they brought back so many memories but I couldn’t find one of my favourites, it’s by Dusty Springfield, or Rusty Springboard as we used to call her, if I don’t find it I just don’t know what to do with myself”; suddenly the door swung open and in came Dick the Vic’s lad – “at least here’s the son of a preacher man,” quipped Colin! 

Babs was brushing dirt and dust from her overalls, “I was standing at the bus stop and one bloke close by was digging holes and another chap was filling them in, there was dirt flying everywhere; I asked what they were doing and the digger said, ‘we’re working’, I asked what at, and the filler-inner said ‘there are supposed to be three of us but the guy who plants trees in the holes is off sick’- then the bus came along thank goodness!” 

Ted kept sneezing, “sorry”, he said, “but the missus had me helping her clear out the cellar, you’ve never seen so much – achoo – dust, she complained that –achoo -whenever she uses her old broom her arms ache, so I told her she should try using the car more often; well, the, look I got was dirtier – achoo – than the pile of rubbish she’d built so I made a hasty exit – I’m going to buy her a new one tomorrow, a broom that is not a car!” 

Knitwit Natilie is a clean freak, wherever she goes she can’t resist getting down to the knitty gritty by running her finger across picture frames and ledges looking for dusty deposits – even as a kid she was neat and tidy, she said she fancied a job cleaning mirrors when she grew up, it was something she could always see herself doing – however she doesn’t need to carry out her routine in The Baaamy Inn as Landlord Len keeps everything in pristine condition in accordance with one of his dearly departed Maggie’s dying wishes. 

Colin had, as usual been listening in, “my wife’s mind is cleaner than mine because she changes it more often – her jokes are like vacuum cleaners, they suck – I saw two cleaners kissing, ‘get a broom’, I said, – I met a nun who  starts her day by walking around in mud, such a dirty habit – as an ex-hippie I think dirt is groovy, man, I really dig it – I’m obsessed with buying Beatles albums, I need Help – I bought a recording of wasps buzzing but it didn’t sound right, then I realised I was playing the bee side – I’m going to collect records, it’s my decision and that’s vinyl – I was pulled over and asked if I had a police record, I said no, but I have a couple of albums by Sting – ‘cash-ew’, said the nut when it sneezed – undertakers don’t sneeze but they’re always coffin – I keep sneezing and singing My Way, I’ve got the crooner virus – I don’t have to sneeze loudly, a-choos to – birds dust their houses with feather dusters – it’s said that you are dust and you shall return to dust which is why I don’t dust, it could be someone I know….” 

Everyone had left, Landlord Len had cleared up and was about to turn out the lights when he spotted some dust on the end of a shelf and in it was drawn a heart, as he went to get his duster Maggie whispered in his ear – ‘let it be Len, it’s just a little fairy dust I found and I wanted to share it with you’.  

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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories where this week’s given word is Dust.

I found this for Fred!

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Minutes before midnight. Moments ‘til her birthday. She stands in darkness atop the building, a gusty wind chilling her cheeks. Glancing over her shoulder, she watches as another year blows away taking with it broken promises, unhappy memories, and shattered dreams. 
 
As angry black clouds scurry from sight a new moon appears spreading a silver carpet of hope at her feet. Her long dark shadow tumbles into the gloomy bleak past as a cheery one appears.  
 
Suddenly all is calm. She gazes into the future and smiles as another year begins. A chance to start her life anew.

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Click Froggie to visit the squares!

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © C. E. Ayr

For Wordless Wednesday and bloghops various!

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Last week we walked eastwards along the traditional half of the prom. Today, we are heading West which couldn’t be more different!

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A garden runs the entire length of the west prom.

…and there are lots of fun things for kids too!

In need of a shower?

At the far end is the recently opened Beach Garden.

Fancy an ice cream?

Thanks for joining me!

At last, I’ve been waiting ages for the chance to use this story!

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Working in an office can be very boring. Nine to five sitting at desk, answering a phone, staring at a screen, doing paperwork. I should know. I did it.

I’d sometimes look down from the window at the bustling street below and wish I was there. The only way of making day more interesting was to deliberately do something you shouldn’t and attempt to get away with it!

“My office, now”, the boss would shout! In I’d go, come up with an excuse and escape with a smile on face!

Now the desks have turned, now I’m the governor! I love it when a worker does something wrong, it gives me an excuse to yell ‘my office, now’, then slam the door behind them! ‘Sit’, I shout!

Some wriggle nervously in the chair, others, particularly serial offenders adopt a look of smugness. I hear all sorts of excuses, often, clever ones, some I wish I’d come up with when I was facing judgement!

I think there should be an award for the employee who gets the most my office now’s a year without being sacked. The MON, I’d call it! I beg your pardon? Did I just hear you groan? 

My office, now!

Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?

Image credit; Rita Daisy @ Unsplash

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The Baaamy farmers where discussing the spate of burglaries that had recently occured, “one of Norm’s gnomes disappeared” said Fred, “I suggested it had ‘gone ‘ome’ but he wasn’t amused, then Bill’s favourite underpants were stolen from his washing line and I can’t find my garden fork, so someone thought the best option would be for us to form a neighbourhood watch group to patrol the village now and then; Bob said he’d bring his big torch which would double up as a truncheon, Knitwit Natalie says her husband could borrow her fluffy pink handcuffs and George said he has a  realistic looking water pistol, what do you think?”.

“I was chatting with Know-all Ned”, said Ted, “tell him about anything new you’ve heard and he always says ‘I know’, ask him to predict something and he always knows what will happen, well, I was thinking of placing a bet on the horses and as I invariably lose I thought I’d ask Ned for which option I should go for; he confidently gave me a tip so I placed twenty quid on number six, and guess what, it won – I told him how clever he was and he said ‘I know’!”

Singleton Sid was thinking of getting married”, said Babs, “problem is, he’s dating two women at the same time, not that they know about each other, he wasn’t sure  which one to propose too; he asked his friend Leggy Eggy, the tall poultry farmer from up the hill for some marital advice which didn’t prove very useful as he gets more henpecked indoors than he does collecting eggs from the chicken coop, so now he’s decided to continue in his single existance”.

“I popped into that new cafe in town”, said Polly over at the knitting circle, “I was drinking my coffee when a very handsome young man came over and I asked if I was on my own, I smiled my sweetest smile and said I was, and he said, ‘good, do you mind if I take this chair?’, and off he went with it, then the waitress appeared and asked if I wanted to eat, I asked what the options were and she said ‘yes or no’, the cheeky cow!”

Having overheard the conversations, ComiColin was off – “a skeleton’s weapon of choice is a bone and marrow – a boomer’s is a boomerang – a chef’s is a salt rifle – I have two options when climbing onto the roof, I always choose the ladder – when in the hair salon there are two options, do or dye – the computer went to the cafe for a byte to eat – I ate at the Peican Cafe, the food was good but the bill was enormous – Dire Straits are opening a cafe, they take money for muffins, but the chips are free – at the Karma cafe there are no options, you get what you deserve – I’m marrying a pencil, she’s my bride 2b –  don’t marry a tennis player, love means nothing to them……”

Landlord Len has decided to add some cocktails to his drinks options, he’s come uo with three concoctions, a fizzy one he‘s calling  a Spit-at-ya, a red one called the Baaamy Bloodbath, and another especially for romantic couples; it’s pink and served in a pitcher over cubes of melon and garnished with lemon – but he doesn’t know what to name it; ‘simple’, his dearly departed Maggie whispered in his ear, ‘just call it Maggilen’. 

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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Option

*I’m afraid I have to go AWOL for a few days, please don’t think I’ve forgotten you! I have lots of odds and ends to do around my apartment and I have a dinner party to prepare for on Saturday. All being well, I’ll be back Monday!

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Colin likes to stand in a crowded street and point skyward. He laughs as people stop and gaze up – at nothing at all! 

He loves to glue a coin to the pavement, it’s worth ten pence to watch people’s frustrated attempts at picking it up.

Sometimes he walks up to someone who’s eating sweets from a packet and says, ‘look over there’ – then quickly pinches one!

Yesterday while walking down an alley he noticed people pointing to the sky. He didn’t look up! He wondered why they were all dashing off.  

He got bonked on the head by an out-of-control drone!

Click a froggie to visit the squares!

Thank to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © James Pyles.

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For Wordless Wednesday and bloghops various!

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Over the past few weeks I’ve been taking a few pictures while walking along the promenade.

It comes in two very different parts, traditional to the east, and modern to the west

This week we’ll stroll eastwards, and next week, in ‘tother direction!

Some people have back gardens looking out to sea…

…there are front ones too!

I think it’s about ten to four!

We’ve made to the end. I’ll save the country park for another day!

Coffee?

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Question ten, define abacus.

Agnetha swearing at Björn?

No

A Swedish busker?

No

A god of wine?

No 

A cross between a cab and a bus?

No

A sucaba back to front?

No

A scuba diver?

No

This isn’t adding up, I was counting on you to help me.

Almost…

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Thanks to Sammi Cox for hosting the Weekend Writing Prompt

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