I am at a crucial stage on my book writing a chapter which involves a bit of a sing-a-long with a choir and some very strange behaviour. (It’s a comedy remember.) In order to put myself into the mood for this I went onto You Tube to refresh myself with the tune I wanted my choir to sing. I found what I was looking for but I also found the video below…which had me laughing my socks off. Stick with it as it gets worse (or better!) as it goes along. I thank the senior citizens in this video for their enthusiasm  and giving me some added inspiration!

Yesterday, my writing therapy consisting of working on my novel which was a quiet relief. It was good to get going again as I’d been about three quarters through a chapter when I’d come to a standstill a few weeks ago. Aside from the school holidays and being stressed out from our present circumstances,  I’d also set myself up for a large scale comedy finale but then decided against it because I’d already written it before on a smaller scale in the book and decided I probably couldn’t do it as well or better on the bigger scale. So without abandoning the whole chapter, which  introduced some interesting characters in my main protagonist life, I had to think up something else to bring the chapter to a swift conclusion, especially as by now I was completely bored stiff with it. Naturally, I couldn’t think of anything remotely sensible. In the end I decided the best thing to do

Yesterday I made first mention of Mr Spectre, my new cat. Mr Spectre is not like ordinary cats. (Not that  I’ve been lucky enough to have that many “ordinary” cats – most of them have had deep seated personality disorders.) However, Mr Spectre is perhaps more disturbed than most cats because he lived on the street for nearly three years. Basically, he’s emotionally damaged. Well that’s what a US pet psychiatrist would say after charging you fifty bucks.That’s opposed to a UK pet psychiatrist who would say;  “And what is Mr Spectre’s postcode? SW 19? Right that’s fift…a hundred pounds. Now about long term treatment for his personality disorder…. “ However, since Mr T was made redundant I’ve had to economize so I’ve worked out Mr Spectre’s problems myself. I’ve watched him defecate in the hallway, in the bathroom and on the upstairs rug. I’ve watched him eat a croissant and a blueberry smoothie and chase his tail around and around in circles. He stalks Mr

Knock, knock. I hop downstairs trying to avoid the new stray cat, Mr Spectre, who has taken up residence on the staircase. I open the front door. It’s the postman, Graham. “Morning; it’s a lovely sunny day,” says Graham, handing over a parcel. “Are you going for your walk today?” ” I might do.” ” Well it would be a pity to miss the sunshine” “You’re right,” I say, looking past Graham at the clear blue sky. “It’s beautiful.” “Have you heard that an Egyptian Archaeologist has discovered a new mummy?” “Really?” I reply, my curiosity piqued. “Yes,” nods Graham wisely. “Apparently, it was found covered in nuts and chocolate and is called Ferrero Rocher.” Now that’s why I like living in a village. Someone’s always got a smile. Ferrero Rocher Swiss chocolates -Even Roger Federer eats them. Now that’s class. Andy Murray eats haggis – which may not be class but it puts fire in your belly and wind in your

I got up yesterday morning and thought I’d start catch up on some of my blog buddies. I’ve been sadly neglectful of late as I’ve been very busy and quite stressed. Yes, even the good natured Mrs T gets stressed – mainly I get stressed about education and bad drivers but I also about A LOT of other things, including poaching eggs. Hmm…if I’m getting stressed about poaching eggs I probably ought to be on tranquillisers. However, writing a couple of blogs and reading some blog posts has chilled me out a bit. But it was only when Georgie over at Cedar Falls was discussing writing as therapy I realised that instead of writing less, as I have been doing lately, I should actually be writing more – as writing is my number one therapy. Later, I nipped over to Book Calender’s blog Daily Thoughts for a catch up. Sometimes Book Calender

August is the month of GSCE and A Level results in the UK.  This year, for the first time since GSCEs were introduced in 1988, there has been a fall in the amount of A*- C grades awarded. It is only an overall decline of 0.4%, however, in English the corresponding pass marks have dropped from 78.4% to 76.3%. As a consequence, there has been an outcry from many teachers, parents and governors. Some parents have been incensed that their children’s papers might have been marked too harshly. Presumably, some have been appalled that their children might even have been deducted points for bad spelling and punctuation. This almost seems fair as we’ve all been subliminally indoctrinated that grammar is no longer important and what really matters is the effort, the thought behind the writing. You see, it’s now all about the content. Yes, on occasions it might be easier to read kid’s school work in Braille but what does