Taexalia

wild.life

Chair

This isn't the picture of a person in a chair that I want to use in this post but I'm not even sure if I have a picture other than in my memory. Since @ is already with Sandman it's not a good time to start hauling our stash of as-yet-unpacked-boxes out of the walk-in cupboard to empty boxes of photos all over the floor to find out... So this is the only picture of a chair that I have for the moment (I *have* to include a picture ... read more

Teenage Mutant Idiot Syndrome

I am sitting here pondering the prompt for this week's Sunday Scribblings and a particular memory dances from the shadows and presents itself to me. Since my reaction is to stuff it back into the realms of secrecy and find something else to write about, I am guessing it meets the requirements of scandalous... It was somewhere in the realms of early to mid teenagehood and it was the time of the end of year school disco. Now we were all in the middle of Thatcher induced teacher's strikes and ... read more

My Hut … Memories From The Belt Croft

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="515" caption="Taexalia and Polly"][/caption] When I was a child I had the luxury of spending most of the school holidays on my Granda's croft, away from the city. I remember when Granda's car would arrive to take us on the long journey to Belt Croft. I say long journey because it always seemed to take forever to get there, yet as an adult I know it must have only been an hour or so. Funny how things always seem so much bigger in a child's mind. I ... read more

Diving In

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="386" caption="Diving In"][/caption] When I was in primary school two things happened that I am remembering today... Actually I'm not sure about the first one because I might even have been in nursery still... I painted a train and I don't remember all of the details, perhaps I should phone my Mum and prod her memory, but my painting somehow got entered into a competition. I don't remember painting the actual train but I remember we had to find our ... read more

talk to me on Twitter subscribe via RSS feed connect with me on Facebook read me on Kindle