Please come back to me. I’m sorry I got caught up with Winter’s lovely Wonderland. I’m all over it now and I’m SO ready for you to return.
Prawn moves forward
Horsey jumps Prawn
Horsey changes direction mid-jump
Castle chases Horsey but get stuck behind Prawns coz he can only move in straight lines
Bishop sneaks around the board sideways because “No-one expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
Queenie can move however she wants because she’s the Queenie
King is a bit slow and can only move one square at a time
Prawns are actually only a sacrifice and get eaten up by all the other pieces
King gets a mate who then kills him
….. and that’s how you play chess.
No seriously – is this the face of an assassin? I think it is!
How do I come to the conclusion that my dog is trying to murder me?
It might be the rugby tackle to the legs he does ALL THE TIME! One paw wrapped round your leg as you’re casually walking along and wham, you hit the ground!
It might be the fact he always has to run down the stairs right in front of you and then JUST STOP so you have to re-balance yourself so you don’t fall down the rest of the stairs.
It might be the way he pushes his big heavy head into the back of your knees trying to get you to fall over, then once you’re on the ground he can sit on you till you’re all out of air!
But I think his sneakiest plot is the one to gas us all with the foul smells he emits every evening!
If I’m ever found dead in the house then you’ll all know whodunit – it was the dog!!
Time for a quick calculation.
By my rough estimate I must have read around 4,000 books in my lifetime so far. If I’m mumblemumble40something and I’ve been reading on average 2 books a week for the past 40 years (and that’s a low estimate) then to keep the maths simple 40x2x50 weeks a year is 4000. That’s a heck of a lot of books, but this quote by one of my (newly discovered) favourite authors sums it up perfectly for me…
“Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.” Carlos Ruiz Zafón
So what was the first book that found its way into my heart? Well I really can’t say actually. Not that I won’t say, but I can’t say. I have read so many books that when finished leave me happy, sad, frustrated, upbeat, emotionally exhausted. There’s just something about getting to the end of a book you’re in love with and not wanting for it to ever end. You want to read the ending obviously but it’s like losing a best friend.
Also the act of losing myself in a book is just wonderful. There can be chaos going on around me – the dawg is ripping up his blankets, the kids are starting World War III, the dinner is burning but do I care – no, because I’m escaping from reality into my fantasy worlds.
Is this just me or do all readers feel this way?
As a p.s. my husband often asks me why I can’t write a book myself – I’ve read enough of them and surely can manage to write one, as he heads off to the golf course…. I guess I just don’t have the imagination to come up with a completly original idea or story. I’ll leave that to others who do it so well.
Although ‘Murder on the Golf Course’ has a certain ring about it…. hmmmm.
My husband always says I have extra gravity round about me….
That’s why I always drop things (especially things like eggs when I’m cooking), trip over non-existant objects and fall down a lot.
In my last job my friend I shared an office with reckoned she could always tell it was me who came in the room. The door was behind her and there were 2 small steps up into the office and she used to feel the whoosh of air and then the tripping sound and reckon, yep that’s her back from lunch.
Let’s not even begin to talk about the time I stabbed myself in the chin with a scalpel (doing a paste-up) or when I lifted down a tub from a high shelf and discovered it was full of water – I have to say she was very good then and didn’t even laugh at my impromptu shower (out loud!).
So this weekend I was off on yet another university visit with my High School Senior and it was a pretty important visit for him because it was an invited thingy for a full-ride scholarship. What did his klutz of a mother do…? She just went and fell on a patch of ice under the melting snow and landed in a puddle! I had to sit all the way through a fancy lunch with a soaking wet bum!!! Nobody could tell… that is until I stood up and had to dry off the seat. How to make a good impression 😉 You’ll be pleased to know that I’m OK though – I have plenty of padding…
I thought I’d share my knowledge of posing models on a photography shoot in a new Posing guide 101 blog.
Step 1 – act natural
Step 2 – smile nicely for the camera (like a wide-mouthed frog is good!)
Step 3 – share the camera equally with your co-model
Step 4 – act out your favourite scene from a movie
RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!!