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Musings, meanderings and meditation for my mind.


Daily Prompt – I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.

What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)

I seem to have had a day of writing today – which is great. Well, from the writing side, not so much from the work side. Anyway, then I saw today’s Daily Prompt on Impossibility and I had to have a go.

So – six impossible things I believe in.

1. Dragons.

I love dragons. I totally believe in dragons. I believe that they existed once – else why would they appear in various guises in so many cultures and mythologies across the world. I remember arguing with my older brothers as a child while they mocked me for saying dragons did exist. “How come no one has ever seen one then?” they would say. “How do you know they haven’t, just because you haven’t” I would counter. OK – not the most sophisticated argument. I was very young.

2. Magic

I did read somewhere that scientifically dragons could not exist or fly as their body weight was just too much for their wings to support. Hello! Magic. Dragons are magical beings, they clearly use their magic to fly. And to hide from humanity. Which explains why we don’t see them about.

Cultures throughout the world refer to mystical powers. Well, why not? Five hundred years ago or so we thought the world was flat, but now we think we know it all?

3. Fairies

Do you remember the scene from Peter Pan when Tinkerbell appears to be dead? Peter Pan starts to chant “I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.” The Lost Boys join in and Tinkerbell recovers. OK, I know it’s a movie, but I do love that particular bit for the force of the belief it portrays.

So – I do believe in fairies. Not so much the twinkly little things living at the bottom of the garden. But fairies, elves, sprites, gremlins – the fae. Well why not? How arrogant are we to believe that humans are all that exist in this world? Existed, at least. Whether they are still about, whether they have survived in hiding or have melded with the hunan race, who knows? But again, myth must have some basis in truth.

4. Ok, running out of ideas here, so let’s see . . . the more mundane perhaps

This diet will work.

Yes – this time, I will get the weight off (I can do it, I have done before). This time though, I will keep it off.

5. I will finish my coursework and get a job as a writer somehow.

6. My kids will get ready for school this morning without moaning!


Nah – that last one is far too impossible, it can’t be done.


Daily Prompt – Happily Ever After

“And they lived happily ever after.” Think about this line for a few minutes. Are you living happily ever after? If not, what will it take for you to get there?

This particular Daily Prompt just called out to me for two reasons.

Living happily every after is something that happens to every fairy tale princess after their wedding to their prince.

And of course – not only are we about to embark on our secret getaway to the land where fairy tales come true, but we are doing it in honor of our first wedding anniversary. Yes, one year ago I married my prince. Although I’m not sure anyone would describe me as a fairy tale princess, we did have a magical day surrounded by love, laughter, family, friends and complete with castle.

The problem with fairy tales is that they always end at the wedding.

No story of derring do, love conquers all, true loves kiss and singing birds, who can also curiously do housework without crapping on the windowsill, ever mentions what comes next. The bit that follows, where happily ever after gets tested.

Mortgages. Work. Redundancy. Debt. Kids. Finding time for each other amongst the stress. Living next door to your in-laws. (No? Just me then, that one?)


Although, I suppose the whole fairy tale aspect precludes reality getting a look in. It’s an oxymoron.

Not to say that people can’t and don’t live happily ever after. But I do think that you have to take a good hard look at what that actually means, take away the spoonful of sugar and see what really grows from your magic bean.

For example – if my ‘happily ever after’ was to live in a palace with singing wardrobes, stables full of prancing ponies, fairgrounds in the garden and racks of glass slippers, I could be setting my prince up for a definite fall. To be fair to him, that’s a lot to provide.

If however, it was to have a secure home with a pretty good standard of living, money to treat ourselves and the kids to a holiday every now and then, well that’s doable.

In addition, if it means that my prince is my best friend; that he can make me laugh when I’m sad and cheer me up when I’m grumpy, love me when I am wearing sweats and haven’t washed my hair in days, bring me coffee and aspirin when I have a hangover and cook  sausage and egg for Sunday breaky  – well, he is a prince to me.

The goalposts on happily ever after may move as we age,  lifestyles change and the kids grow up. I’m just a fickle princess. But as long as I have my prince, happily ever after seems pretty ok to me.

Happy anniversary Mr G.

written for the Daily Prompt


Daily Prompt: Burning down the house

OK – A quickie. I just couldn’t resists today’s Daily Prompt.

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?


Seriously? My home on is fire! The kids, the cat, dog, hubby (in no particular order of priority) are safe. (I am assuming no one is bothered about the fish. Their tank is to heavy to lift and they have the greatest chance of survival, being surrounded by water and all that.)

What did I grab?

1. Pants.

I mean, the place will shortly be rubble and there could be a lot of people turning up to gawk – hopefully with water as well. I need to be wearing some clothes!

2. iPhone.

Well, if I want those people to turn up and bring their water, I need a phone to call them. Right?


I am not sure there is anything else I particularly need enough to stay in the flames rummaging about, but presuming of course I have the time…


3. My portable hard drive. 

It has my work, photos, personal docs and life on it. Computers can be replaced but the information on them can’t.

4. The car keys

So I can move the Mini out of the way of careless fire engines and falling masonry. I love my car.

5. Bear and George

Yes, I know that is technically two things. But the kids need their teddies. Some things are just irreplaceable. 




Daily Prompt – All about God

“It’s never a good idea to discuss religion or politics with people you don’t really know.” Agree or disagree?

This reminds me of a conversation with my daughter last year, age 5. She goes to a Church of England school where they are quite hot on discussing God. I had already been slightly startled when we were wandering through a department school a month or so earlier, a spider ran across the floor and, anticipating her screams I quickly told her to leave it alone and not squash it.

“Oh no”, she said earnestly. “I would never squash one of God’s creatures”.

I have never been ‘into’ religion. I went to C of E school’s, I had religious studies and as a Brownie, I went to church once a month in the hopes that it would be my turn to carry the flag. I concluded early on, possibly with very little thought involved, that religion seemed to be the basis for a lot of war, terrorising others and being over judgemental. I liked attending church (and chapel every Sunday at school) for the singing, but the sermonising was quite off putting – I never have been one for lectures.

As I have grown up (slightly) I have come to understand that there are degrees of belief, degrees of fanaticism. I know there are viewpoints on the whole ‘religion causes war’ issue and that a simple summation of such a complex issue is just impossible.

And that’s the problem. There is no answer. There is no summation or conclusion to reach. There are only opinions. A lot of them.

I believe in treating other people the way you want to be treated. I don’t agree with causing hurt or pain to people or animals. I don’t see the need to mock other people for their viewpoint. Basically, I consider myself to be a good person. If you like, you could say that I am a good Christian, in that I believe actions and intentions. Good behaviour. Which coincides with the morality taught by the 10 commandments – I don’t steal, I try not to lie and I have not committed adultery or murder recently.

I just don’t see the need to attend a church to do it.

Perhaps I am lazy. The idea of disliking someone because of their religion seems like a lot of effort to me. First of all I would have to find out what their religion was. Then I would need to find out about that religion and find something to dislike about it. After all, I can’t just not like someone without an actual reason. So – a lot of effort! Tch.

Let me live my life my way, I will let you live yours your way (so long as no one gets hurt – always a qualifier). Simple.

Except, it isn’t simple. I know that if I was to mention this to anyone else, it would become a discussion. Probably a long one. And until you have had that discussion with someone – anyone, a close friend, a family member – you don’t know how they are going to react and whether a simple comment is going to become the most offensive thing you have ever said to them ever! 

And as a subject that doesn’t really excite me, it isn’t something I can get passionate enough about to make a good argument. So – best not to start the conversation in the first place.

Anyway – back to that chat with my 5 year old.

MM1  – Mummy, I am a Christian.

Me – Are you?

MM1 – Yes, at school I learnt that I am a Christian because I go to church every Sunday.

Me – No you don’t. So, what is a Christian?

MM1 – A human. I am a human, so I am a Christian.

Me – And what if you are not a Christian?

MM1 – Then you are a gremlin. My teacher said so.

Go on – who wants to argue with a 5 year old?

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Where did the spice go?

We all have them. I know we do.

Somedays we wake up and feel down. Angry maybe. Grumpy certainly. A little fed up with the way things are, even though they are no better or worse than yesterday. Even though there is nothing obviously negative in our lives to feel bad about.

I read the Daily Prompt today, thinking that maybe I would join in. I read a few of the posts by other bloggers. And the more I considered what I would say, the blacker my mood got. Oh dear!

Write a letter to your 14-year-old self. Tomorrow, write a letter to yourself in 20 years.

I am not worried about what I would say to my 14 year old self. That I think would be quite straight forward. ‘Give up on chasing that boy. He is older than you, he is not interested and you are frankly embarrassing the hell out of yourself. Stop being a loner, go and make the most of the opportunities this school has to offer. Things get much much better. And for goodness sake, get some dress sense.’

No, that I think is fairly standard advice to give most teenagers.

What got me down is thinking about what I would say to myself in 20 years time. Let’s see.

‘What have you done with yourself over the last twenty years then? Hey – have you achieved anything? You still do the same job, you work your backside off month to month so that you have some extra cash, which you spend on frivolities and a week away now and then. Do your kids like you or have they left home thinking you never had time for them because you were always working? Have you got around to exploring the world yet? Or  now, facing another 10 years or more of working life before you get to retirement, do you ever see that happening?’

‘Are you still living in the same place? I bet you come home every day and have the same conversations, the same routine. Cook dinner, watch Eastenders, doze off, go to bed. Then up to work again. What happened to you? You got old and you did nothing with all the years in between! Where has the spice in your life gone?


But then, as I started to write this down, to describe my bad mood and how boring and dull my life is, it occurs to me that I am actually complaining about things I should be pleased about. Let me start again.

‘What have you done with yourself over the last twenty years? Wow, you and Mr G are still together! Still making each other laugh, still bickering, still cuddling. What a great relationship you have. You chose right there.

And you are still working? Ok, so you never did win the lottery but you have had a career and you have always been able to provide for your kids. Fantastic. Did they leave home already? Independent and capable, what better gift could you have given them than the confidence to know they can be whatever they want to be?

Isn’t it comforting to know that you have someone to come home to? Yes, the daily routine is the same. Thank goodness for that! Far better than coming home to a cold lonely house. You have worked hard over the last twenty years to make a great home and fabulous family. What an achievement! Well done.

PS. You finally got the place decorated the way you wanted. I bet that took some doing!


You know what – I don’t feel so moody now. Some people want to be famous, some people want to be rich, some people want to cure cancer. Hats off to them. My achievements may not impact highly on the richter scale of life, but they are important to me.