Give Notice To Write.

Thank you Linda Hill press Here to join in or read. Saturdays Stream of Consciousness word is ‘notice.’ #SoCs

fb_img_1451268735206.jpg

A link to where you can purchase above mug is my gift to you!
Happy writing.

Go Away I'm Writing Bone China Mug

“Go away” is not nice for someone you love to hear.
I began to wonder how other writers got “space”or privacy to write. How do you have room?
What do you do to get room to pull faces, pace the floor, screw up sheets of paper for no good reason and toss them by the door. We do not need others seeing us chewing our lips, clenching our fists, grunting, groaning or raucously laughing at what is in our heads, so how do we manage?
Here are a few things I can think of some work and some … Some maybe not so well.

A. In a loud voice state “I need to be at my desk this morning” then slam the door.

B. Put a note on the door “Shut happens” and hope. This can be propped on your desk if you live in an openplan home, stuck to the window if ou have a garden office or attatched to the back of your head.

wp-1451269920409.jpeg

C. With a desperate look and dramatic voice, beg to be left alone for at least eight hours, taking a flask and sandwiches with you, so there is no need to be disturbed with lunch.
D. Smear chocolate around your mouth, mess, up your hair, while still in your pyjamas, run around the house maniacally while chanting “I need to write ” repeatedly until husband, flat mate, parent or partner, get so concerned they tell you ‘ go and write.’

E. Have a frank discussion about how long and when you need to write, the day before; preparing the way.

F. Pour a cup of tea in the pictured mug, and if there dares to be a tap on the door to your writing place, thrust it through the partially opened space and shake with vigour.

G. Write out a formal notice to quit.

Dear ….., (insert name) Husband,

I am giving you formal notice that on Tuesday at eight A.M precisely my services as …. (insert your own) wife/superhero will be withdrawn. I will not be approached for any reason, other than to recieve bi- hourly deliveries of snacks, shoulder massages, smiles, or cups of my favoured brand of tea. During such visits conversation will not be permitted. Normal service will resume at six pm. I thank you in advanced for your co-operation.

If you can think of any better ones, or some that you have tried, please leave them in the comments … Do keep them clean and I will add them if appropriate to my list. Happy writing my friends.

A little piece of sustenance, Chocolate for in case.


I take no credit for this tiny film, I couldn’t leave it where I found it please read and let me know how it made you feel. Thank you.
And most of all thank you Francine.

▶ 4:56

I pressed Facebook,  I heard a ping,
I came across an extraordinary thing.
It wasn’t a cat or pointless meme
It was the love of humanity.

To celebrate March the 8th’s international women’s day, I have resurected a post that surely celebrates a woman who stands head and shoulders above most.

Please do not pass by without thought

Or smile and say nought.

Take four minutes of your time,

To meet a true hero of mine.

Then let me know if your time was well spent, I hope you do not walk on by, leave my a comment let me know if you think she deserves a spot on international womens day. Thank you for your time.

Being Thankful 24

Bernadette at Haddon musings is challenging us with a writers quote asking how we are thankful press 🔜here🔙 to join in or read others thankful stories and quotes.

If everyone could not sweat the small stuff they would be happier and their families would benefit from the peace and would learn from the example.

Yesterday my husband worked on the motorhome. He changed the back brake pads put on new callipers adjusted the torque and all manner of things that took up most of the day. By ten at night, he came in looking shattered and wore oil and earth in the most alluring way “Not”. He hadn’t eaten and only stopped for drinks when I coerced him into it.  While I gathered him some food he fell into the bath to recover.

It was when I went up to get ready for bed… I noticed the mud where he had trod up the stairs, on following the trail like the one Hansel and Gretel once left; I came upon a pile of clothes outside the bathroom. Gingerly I entered where I found that we had been broken into by a muddy Walrus who had left a ring around the bath, splashes up the white paintwork and millions of tiny hairs, soap and froth stuck to the mirror and windowsill, towels were now sodden on the floor. Oh, I forgot to say this was our new bathroom the one finished less than a week ago.  We now have a beautifully designed bathroom with everything fresh and new.  A white suite, towels and designer blind and mat, a bespoke cabinet and vanity, all put in and decorated by my husband.
For a moment I stood looking around me,  (it is fair to say stunned)  I took a deep breath and counted to ten, then slumped to the toilet seat shaking my head. That was when I stopped sweating the small stuff. I wouldn’t have a beautiful bathroom if he hadn’t ripped out the old; plumbed fitted and tiled the new one. He mends, builds, designs and has refurbished the house, my husband does all the mechanical and electrical repairs on our cars and motorhome, he services cleans and maintains them too… oh and cooks the most amazing food. If the worst thing he ever does is leave a mess I don’t think that would be the worst thing.
So today I am giving Thanks for my lovely, clever, messy husband that I wouldn’t change for the world. He is pleased that I don’t sweat the small stuff.