The wind is moaning

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Like fingers plucking at strings, or air blown across the top of a bottle.

We knew we had bought cheap windows. But I didn’t expect the moan when the wind was in certain directions.

First the front window started to ululate gloomily, a long rising note, not too high pitched. Only when we have a northerly wind does it start up with a tune.

Then we noticed one of the kitchen windows joined in with its own moan. This does not happen when the trees are covered in leaves. But when the shelter blows away as autumn progresses the light moaning starts to return, gradually deepening as a storm intensifies.

You really couldn’t get more excellent moans. Just add the motor from the fridge making puppy dog whines as it starts spinning up and you have a whole set of spooky sound effects even when you least expect them.

Middle space poem

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One silly challenge I’ve found on Facebook is typing a phrase than clicking the middle spellchecker option to make a sentence or in this case a random poem.

I’ve decided my phrase will be:

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

The link to university of Manchester

and us a metallic clunk

The artist from the pottery

The link is getting very

The artist had used a cat

in speaking to encourage

even more involvement

The link to her page

here Ive real use

The artist from Spode

at least I’m going back

memories that people

The link inch

The artist had used to be a circular

The link is broken

The artist from the road.

 

So thats weird……

Holly and Ivy

Two beautiful winter friends, Holly is more dramatic, with a spiky personality. She has red lips and a sharp smile. Ivy is more introverted, a clinging persona who hides hidden depths. Ivy will climb up the social ladder and suppress her rivals.

Outdoor types, the girls are often seen around town together, usually in the winter months, and at the mid winter festival where they team up with pale mistletoe who hangs around with them trying to suck up to them.

Often seen at Christmas parties together it is always Holly that gets her claws into the office staff. Never one to miss some fun, Ivy likes to trail around town with Holly.

Meanwhile the baby narcissii and crocuses sleep in their beds waiting for warmer weather

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I’ll go out and buy one.

 

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A handbook for engineering,

A toy racing car,

A second hand oil heater.

I’ll go out and buy one he said.

 

We don’t need an engineers thesaurus,

A scalextric set,

Extra heating,

She advised…..

 

I’ll get some glue,

And some wood

And some brackets

He said.

 

We don’t need shelves,

We’ve got cupboards

And drawers

She replied.

 

I’ll get some yeast

And flour (strong white)

And a mixing bowl

He told her.

 

But you burn toast

Add salt to cakes

And set fire to the grill

Three times.

 

I’ll buy a shed, she said

For you, she said

Then you’ll be happy

She said.

 

 

Cat names

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I was just thinking of the names I call my cats, not just their proper names but pet names.

Seamus is also Mouse,

He can be Mus it Tus tat.

Moggie, buggle, pud,

Paws, tatty cat.

Seamus can be fluff,

Great big paws.

He is muscle tough,

Also muggle and Mugs.

Gracie can be girl, girly, sweet paws,

Kitty cat, choochie, mooch, grinkle,

Spooks, cheeky tat, shortie,

Garlic, glory, tiny.

Splash, flash, sassy………

I don’t know where half of these come from. Garlic is because the pattern on Gracies face looks a bit like a garlic bulb. Seamus is mainly Mouse, they know their own names and come when called or in Seamus’s case whistled.

I think I probably call them other things which interchange between the two or cover both of them. Like little batty cats, bat’s, puddy puds, puggles, tusses and cusses.

Don’t ask me why.!

I should be sleeping

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I’m tired. Bed at 3.30am. But up at 8.30am, so tired. I’ve come back up to bed. But I’ve made a critical mistake .I brought my phone up with me. Cue having to keep tipping the phone to read the screen and see the text I’m typing. Cue binging noises to alert me of new stuff on my phone. Cue answering endless emails. Is this extra sleep? No it’s just sitting on the edge of the bed typing…… Note to self. Sleep is more important than the Internet !

Crossed cats paws 🐾

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You sat a while, washing, paws crossed in contentment. A tiny leaf near to you, ready for the swift pounce when you see it again. Then dance around the room, catching, lifting it up in the air, only to see it fall again. Your eyes gleam as you lick a back leg, plotting a swift twitch of your paw. A substitute mouse or bird, but far less cruel. Cat you have got cattitude!