Husky English Tone That Everyone Recognises
Now, if you have been under a rock you may not know who Dave is. AND if you were under a rock Mr. Attenborough would be flat on his body, lifting the rock so we, the viewer could investigate, with him. His husky, British accent, explaining to us the life of “the rock children”.
The sky was filled with stars. How vast and grandiose it must have been. To be the First Lady to gaze upon the night sky. And...get this...when I wrote First Lady. It autocorrected, to the initials being in capitals. You try it.
I’m going to grow old gracefully..
Hi. How are you? I am great! I am 44 years old. When I reached 40, there was a sense of achievement. Like reaching a really great part in the hill. An awesome view. No, it is not from the top. But a cool spot, like the half way point. Really high but not the peak. I have stopped to look around my life and say. “The view is pretty good from here.” I celebrated 40. I had made it. Made it to 40! I have two girls, several cats and a foster dog. (I think I buy a cat to fill that space of ‘I have so much love to give AND there is so much abandonment out there.”) Sitting, watching television and eating chocolates is not so satisfying. Well, it is. I love television, really...BUT I have a desire to help the furry needy. Hmmm my legs are half-shaved and I am thinking these furry friends need some of that love. I have shifted from self-indulgence to “giving”, and “sharing”. It is an age thing.
I Do Not Like Concerts
Live concerts. Amazing theatrics. Back up dancers. Smoke machines. Lighting from Venus. The singer or band from heaven! In the flesh. Belting out songs heard on the radio. The real-life-person-actually-singing.
It’s never easy to say... I was an alcoholic. Or.... I am an alcoholic. I am not sure the correct term. Either way, it has been nearly four years since I touched an alcoholic beverage of any kind. Nope, not just a wine with dinner, or a cheers. No.
Meghan Markle. A sentence in itself. Women today, in a modern environment, can work out the home. Play a predominantly male sport. Run countries. Take the media spotlight in successful roles. Building empires.
Don’t Dunk The Bikkie!
YOU SIP THE TEA OR THE MILO AND BITE A CRUNCHY BIKKIE. Done. You repeat. End of story. But, no. Some-one, somewhere had to take the good quality biscuit out of the special bikkie tin. Or the packet and drown a portion of said biscuit in a hot drink, served to them. Or that they made for themselves. The dunked biscuit is now soggy and unappealing, to me. Ingredients practically separating, . Then the person bites the wet part of the biscuit that was submerged and is some how satisfied with this tea-time. The biscuit, also.
Loving Pit bulls
The pitbull loping along, on a leash strikes fear into society. I’m sure you would have seen one and thought. “I hope that leash is secure?”