No more F-words!

But every ending is also a new beginning.

I'd like to start another blog - not written for others to read so not as carefully worded. It's really difficult for me to be unselfconscious but that's what I'll aim for so it won't be like doing my homework. I've really enjoyed learning to blog and am pleased with some of my entries.

I'm almost tempted to start a new blog called Y-words - or Why words? - inspired by this lovely Norah Jones Sesame Street appearance but then I'll be waking up with Y words buzzing around my head. And it would be another unnecesary limitation.
So my new blog will be called Bless her little Cotton Socks & will just be stuff that amuses and uplifts me. No agenda just a crazy patchwork of pictures, projects, poems ................ and I'll try to drop the really annoying alliterations.

Farewell Folks xxxxxxx

Full up

Too many F-words and an obsessive mentality sometimes get in the way of sleep - they keep floating to the surface of my consciousness like fermentation - the rubbish floating to the top. Words like 'Flotation'. What does that really mean?
'Fr' words are particularly distasteful, especially when followed by a flat 'a' (fractious), or a 'u' (frumpy), or both (fraudulent)
Fraught, fradgy, frantic, frail...............................(I thought that if I wrote down the rubbish 'f' words that don't interest me they might stop popping up - writing them down might pin 'em to the page.) 'Factory' is another one & 'Fat-Face', fallacy, fantasy, funnyface, fart, flatulence, flippant, fornication, frippery, fudge, fridge, fairy, fag, fig, figgery, fashion, fad, fast-food, foot, fool, flash, flake, forage, foreplay .......................... it's a bit like being sick; vomiting away the rubbish to allow the diestive system of my mind to work normally again. A sick mind? No, just one choked with F-words.
I'm feeling better already, though I've only touched the surface.
Praps the most indigestible F-word, that provoked my blog in the first place, 'fuck', needs to come up. Like a smelly burp.

Flight of fancy

I need to cut the ropes/pull up the stakes and fly up into the ether, head in the clouds, enjoying the view. Meditating on the beauty, wind in my hair, no ties - in my own balloon of fantasy and freedom. Observing and not taking part.

I've spent too long with my feet on the ground, Being Practical - Doing - Knitting - Home improvements - sharing down-to-earth, feet-on-the ground, functional activities.
Need time to dream, enjoy pottering in my imagination, looking at other people's thoughts, poems and pictures.
But before cutting the ropes I just want to tie up a few ends ....................

Fire Hydrants

I have a fascination for them - so much more dramatic than our metal plates with H written on. I love 'em.

Football !!!!

It's fanatical but would be false to ignore it. My nearest and dearest are passionate fans as are the owners of this bar we visited in Estergon, Hungary