Keith's Ramblings

For Sadjes What Do You See picture prompt. .

 

 

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Seven o’clock she said. I arrived at seven-o-five ‘cos they say it’s cool to be fashionably late. So why isn’t she answering her door?

I picked her up some flowers at the petrol station, they are lovely, well, most of them. 

Her profile says she likes diamonds, belongs to clubs, likes gardening and has a warm heart so I bought her a deck of cards!

I  smartened myself up. I ironed my jeans (the scorch mark on my bum hardly shows), combed my hair and even had a shave. Shame I cut myself but the band-aid does make me look like a tough guy.

I’m a highly desirable fella, she should feel really honoured that I chose her. Okay, she was the only one that said yes but she doesn’t need to know that.

I even agreed to have our date on Sunday even though it’s not at all convenient, I normally play Bingo at the community centre on Sundays…

…sorry, did you say something? 

It’s not Sunday? 

It’s Monday? 

Oh…f…f…fiddlesticks!

Prompt image credit; Caleb Williams @ Unsplash

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Luminous.

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Her teeth are so white you need sunglasses when she smiles at you!

She can read a book in the dark just by grinning at it.

Luminous Lucy she’s called!‘

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For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Term.

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With Easter gone, my friend Rosey’s favourite school term begins, for soon it will be time for her class of nine and ten-year-olds to take part in the annual May Fair!

Each year, parents and friends meet at the school sports field to watch the May Queen being crowned, listen to the choir singing and enjoy the various games and other attractions.

The highlight of the proceedings however is the Maypole Dancing and for some bizarre reason, Rosey was put in charge last year and had to guide the youngsters through the two or three routines they were to perform.  

The big moment arrived and as the music started, Rosey began shouting instructions to the skipping kids; this way, that way, under, over, she yelled!

Unfortunately, Rosey sometimes has difficulty differentiating between left and right, so it will come as no surprise to learn that the kids got tangled up and tied in knots!

Needless to say, she’s relieved of that particular responsibility this year and will instead be in charge of pouring cups of tea and handing out cupcakes, what could possibly go wrong with that?

 

 

In case you are unaware My friend Rosey is a teacher’s assistant at primary school.  She’s been a feature of my blog for about 12 years and 40 or so of the many stories I’ve written about her can be found HERE!

 

Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.

Picture credit, Millbrook Parish Council 

 

for Friday Fictioneers

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His dating-app profile was incredible. A bon vivant, a ravishing romantic.

Meet me beneath the bridge, he said. ‘Underneath the arches’ played in her mind, it sounded enchanting.

We’ll dine together he said. She imagined clinking champagne glasses as dapper waiters attended their every need.

She looked amazing, her dress, her makeup, her perfume chosen to allure. 

She followed the directions on her phone, her heart all aflutter.

 

A train thundered overhead as she arrived at the ugly iron overpass. Someone shouted ‘oy’. There he was, in scruffy jeans and a hoodie leaning against the wall of a tatty cafe. 

About turn!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Ted Strutz for the photo prompt.

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For Wordless Wednesday and others!

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Last Thursday I headed north to Leeds to attend a concert by the Andre Rieu Orchestra. It was an evening I’ll never forget, we laughed, we sang, we cheered and waved, some danced!

I took pictures on my mobile phone and being some distance from the stage, the quality is not up to my normal standard, but I thought I’d share them anyway!

I took a few very short videos, some just a few seconds. They’re here if you’re interested!

Huge thanks must go to my 3  kids who organised the whole thing for me

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for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt where the picture is by Ben White.

I’ve written this story around a poem I wrote for my granddaughter. I’m sure she won’t mind me using it!

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See if you can read this poem. 

     It’s very long.

No, it’s not, off you go.

     Pigs grunt, cows moo, frogs cr…cr…

Croak

     …croak, doves coo…  What’s coo?

It’s the noise they make, coo,coo. Carry on. 

     Sheep baa, birds sing…  No, they don’t, they whistle.

They whistle songs!

     Bees buzz, wasps sting…  I don’t like wasps, they’re scary.

Nor do I! Keep going

     Ducks quack, cocks crow, mice speak…

No, squeak.

     …squeak, winds blow.

 You’re doing well. I said you could do it!

     Branches wave, screams…streams run, clouds float, past the sun…  I’ve nearly finished!

Yes, one verse to go! 

     Swans gl…glide, fishes dart, ponies canter,  bulls…  I CAN’T SAY THAT, it’s a rude word!

Yes, you can! 

     Mummy will tell me off!

She won’t hear you.

     Okay… Bulls FART! 

Hehehe!

     Hehehe!

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for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Provocative and the limit, 62 words.

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I’m Grace, but I’m called Mazie ‘cos I’m amazing – amazing Grace, get it? 

Ordinary Graces have stylish dresses, perfect makeup, a coy smile and long to marry a millionaire

Me? Torn jeans, ruddy cheeks, a wicked grin. Provocative, pesky, mischievous, why not, it’s fun! Beer, not Bordeaux, heavy metal, not Mozart, motorbike not a motorcar! 

I’m going for a smoke, join me?

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for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Tree.

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Just look up there, swaying branches filled with delicate pale green leaves reaching for wispy white clouds as they glide ‘cross a sky of springtide blue; blimey, listen to me getting all poetic! 

You see that heart carved in that tree trunk, well I did that when I was twelve, and the initial K is for me, obviously, and the S is for … please don’t laugh … Celine.  

Well, how was I to know Celine started with a C, you don’t pronounce it like custard or cock-a-doodle, do you? 

I used to know a joke about an oak tree, a-corny one … sorry about that!

That woman beneath the willow tree*, well, she’s Willamena and I‘m wondering if she’s a witch, so I’d keep out of her way if I were you ‘cos I could well be wight, err, right.

Anyway, I’m going to sit over there and count ants, I saw three thousand four hundred and twenty-seven the other day and I only got stung fifteen times, you’re welcome to join me if you wish, it’s great fun!

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*Okay, that’s not a willow tree but I’m pretending it is for want of awwiteration!

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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.

I’m heading up North on Thursday to attend a concert by the André Rieu Orchestra and won’t be back until late Friday, so I may not have a chance to visit your blog until the weekend, please don’t think I’ve forgotten you!

for Friday Fictioneers

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Opening a French-themed bistro called Unbaguettable on a major motorway was a bad idea, people wanted fast food, not snails!

Things went badly, he should have seen the writing on the wall.  But no, Peter, or Pierre as he likes to be known, was certain that in time it would be a success.

The French accent he adopted gave people the crêpes and the menu was unreadable so it was only a matter of time before il a fermé!

He’s thinking of relaunching as an Italian trattoria called Foccalicious, hoping people won’t drive past-a!

Best of luck with that Pedro!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Carole Erdman-Grant for the picture.

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I’m heading up North on Thursday to attend a concert by the André  Rieu Orchestra and won’t be back until late Friday, so I may not have a chance to visit your blog until the weekend, but don’t think I’ve forgotten you!

for Wordless Wednesday and others!

You’ve probably had your fill of my Dubai Expo pictures by now, so I promise this collection of odds and ends will be the last I’ll use!

Click pictures once to enlarge, twice to enlarge even more!

All aboard!

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Click twice to read the poem on the pavilion facade!

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My time there ended with a great concert by Chris de Burg!

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