Share Your World – November 20, 2017

If you were having difficulty on an important test and could safely cheat by looking at someone else’s paper, would you do so?

Who me, no never, of course not, but I do not do important tests. The last one was my driving theory test, and they are set questions in a book with multiple choice. I was practicing every day on the way home in the bus and learnt them all by memory. Otherwise I once cheated in an elocution test in the school. I had the book open on my lap and just had to look down for the answers, but that was really not important. The school found that young ladies should learn how to speak well (like the queen probably). We were all cockney girls, most of us, and cockney is not a language but a strange illness that makes you drop “h” and tend to speak in double negatives. “I ain’t got nuffing” – work that one out. In spite of the fact that I answered the test questions well, I still do not speak such a perfect english – I suppose my own fault.

What things in nature do you find most beautiful?

Clouds 14.11 (1)

Everything and anything with one big exception. I do not like fly babies, they nauseate me and how can a mother love such a squirming little white thing. I don’t like flies either, but they do not nauseate me, they annoy me.

Complete this sentence: When I travel I love to….

take photographs. What more can I say.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?

Birdhouse

That I found a good place for my birdhouse outside the living room window. A great place to take photos as the birds take off and land. I just have to be very careful and patient to wait for them to pose for a photo. And my avocado is growing, I will soon have a tree with fruit, I am sure. I grew it from a pit a few years ago.

Share Your World – November 20, 2017

Daily Prompt: A Sludgy Event

Wetland by the River Aar

At last the Jabberwock family found it, their ideal home.

“Jumby don’t so so much gallumphing, you ruin the structure of the wongle. Papa Jabberwock is crumbling a blong for you and your wocky sisters.”

“But Mama Wocky, I need a plonderous blong. Papa is such a conservative glangle. My last blong had no room for my slithy toves. Their gyring and gimbling used up all the sludge. Without sludge there is no flankle.”

“Jumbly stop complaining. You should look after your slithy toves better. Feed them on a good green sludge and they will be happy, otherwise they interfere with Mama Wocky when she is brandling a plongle soup. None of us like to fish pieces of slith out of our food.”

“But that was not my fault. Junior Brumble put the plings and the plongs together in the same sludge and they began to cromple together.

“Don’t blame it on your brotherwock, I heard you telling him to see what would happen if plings and plongs would mix.”

“I though they would mimsy along together Papa.”

“No slithy tove does a mimsy, it cromples. Do I have to explain the facts of a Jabberwock life to you.”

“No Papa, of course not, we have Jabberwock biology in the school. I just wanted to see it in genuine Jabberwock brilligity.”

“And now you know.”

“Perhaps I could have a bigger blong with a tove corner.”

“No, they will not live in my wongle. They flong their slith everywhere and I am continuously shlidering to keep it out of my soup.”

“OK, mum, then perhaps their own clong for them in the sludge. All my Jabberwocky kloogles have a clong for their slithy toves. Papa, build me one.”

“And who will feed them?”

“They will feed themselves, when the slith begins to shlong and glick, they will hond and hind, the food takes care of itself.”

“But they will chingle afterwards, what a mess.”

“No, mamma Wocky, I am sure that Junior Brumble will take them for a slithy chongle in the flatsch and the chingle will stay outside. Slithy Toves are very clean, especially when they can gyre and gimble in the wab.”

“I am not walking with Slithy toves, they smell and slongle.”

“But Junior Brumble I though you liked them.”

“I did before they began to cromple. It all began with two and now we have 200. They squelch everywhere and gyring and gimbling has become a real mud bath.”

“But I am sure you can swop a few at school for a frumerous bandersnatch.”

“Oh yea, great.”

“What do I hear there Jabberwock sons. No, I do not want a frumerous bandersnath in my wongle. It will eat my chumble before it begins to galumph, not to mention the plooging.”

“But mama Jabberwock, they are so lovable, especially when they begin to groog.”

“No, we do not have room for a bandersnatch, as frumerous as it might be and one frumerous bandersnath comes seldom alone.”

“I have an idea”

“What Papa Jabberwock.”

“I will plant a doodle of tum tum trees. The bandersnatch just loves them, he can live on the top and keep an eye on invaders if they approach the tulgey wood.”

“Brilliant idea papa Jabberwock*

“Of course and the bandersnatch just loves slithy toves for dinner.”

“But dad.”

“No arguments children, now go and help your mother in the kitchen, and make sure there are not sliths in the soup. They make me sneeze.”

And so a normal day in the home of the Jabberwocks begins again.

Daily Prompt: A Sludgy Event

Good Morning

Roschti

I was taking my first morning photo from the back porch this morning and a visitor decided to intrude. Roschti, the neighbour’s cat, was making an inspection tour of the territory. Luckily my cat Tabby was sleeping, otherwise there might have been problems. Roschti does not like Tabby and the feeling is mutual.

This morning it is a frosty morning, temperatures of -4° which leaves the grass with a white frosty layer in the open spaces. The gardeners have already arrived to finish the work of replacing one of the back garden that was destroyed during the building work. They should move on to us this week and return our back garden to normal, but we seem to be the forgotten ones at the moment.

Birdhouse 19.11 (1)

We have a birdfood problem at the moment. Supplies are running low and the cupboard is bare. We thought we had enough, but our birdhouse is becoming popular and word as spread. I think this great tit was sitting on the roof of the birdhouse as a lookout to tell the others when a new food shipment arrives. I emptied the box where we keep the food and there was a remainder that had fallen out of the paket. I carefully emptied it into the feeder, to make sure they had at least something until today. I now have “birdfood” at the top of my shopping list today. Mr. Swiss says I am overdoing it and they will survive without food for a few hours.

Today seems to be a typical Monday with nothing special on the programme. There will be an excursion to the supermarket  to stock up on food. I now have to plan a few meals, but have no idea what, it seems to be one big repetition.

Sunrise

In the meanwhile the sun has risen, so it might be a sunny day today, although it will probably remain cold. I will now embark on my exciting day. The only excitement I have had so far this morning is to open a new jam jar for my breakfast – oh what a life I lead.

You are now all a week older so make the most of this week and enjoy the day.