Saturday 25 May 2013

Moving home...

Nobody Loves me everybody hates me think I'll go and eat worms... I know how they feel! I am leaving blogger and flitting to tumblr. Come and visit...I'll bake (for bake replace buy) a cake!
http://www.tumblr.com/blog/tinksj

Tuesday 12 March 2013

I want...

Now don't get me wrong, when asked what I would wish for if I could have anything no doubt my answer would be the same as every other person. I want world peace, I want an end to needless suffering,I want an end to world hunger. I really do want these things, but ask me to be honest (and everyone else as I am sure I'm not alone if you be honest to yourselves) what I really, really want (yes I did sing that like the Spice Girl song...you know me so well by now!) is to eat without getting fatter, to stop seeing an older person each time I look into the mirror and to win squillions of pounds. They are just my main wants, I have so many more. (Including it being totally acceptable at age 42 plus to love Hello Kitty and attend The Wombats concerts without looking like a chaperone.) So in a nutshell...I want to be thinner, I want to be younger, I want to be rich, I want to be happy. God I'm shallow...

Sunday 10 March 2013

Question...

Tell me what you think about me...(if you didn't sing it, for shame! You should have done.) but seriously, and it is a serious question, who the hell eats half a packet of smarties? Why do you ask? I hear you cry. I shall tell you. My daughter came home the our week with a packet of smarties upon her person given to her from the bottom of a kind benefactor's bag. Mmmmm, I thought, I love a smartie and persuaded her to part with a few. (No mean task trust me. I should work for the U.N such are my reasoning/pleading/begging skills!) then I noticed the packet...89 calories! For a pack of smarties? Goddam how did I never know this? In all of my 42 years (at least 30 of those spent calorie counting one way or another) why had I not been made aware of this fact? Those little suckers are chocolate heaven. You suck on their crispy shell until it gives way to a rich river of chocolate. Divine. So I buy many packets and end up with one left (my daughter and son should also work for the U.N) and as I hand I've the last but one pack to my son he says those fatal words "89 calories? For half a pack of smarties? Who eats half a pack of smarties?' He truly is my son. So now I sit, having stuffed my face with six of my beloved cow biscuits (43 calories each) dunked in a cuppa...for the damage is already done.

Friday 25 January 2013

Loki

Creative writing has moved onto poetry...this I like but whether it likes me time will only tell. I sometime fear my poetry is infantile...rather like myself.
  LOKI Loki (8 syllable x 3)
 Menacing, michievous kitten
 Tail a twitching, ready to pounce
Am I, once more, to be bitten?

 Each step is an invitation
Each digit on my feet a threat
You purr with anticipation.

Brave yet cautious I take the plunge
towards the exit to the stairs
but eyes a-glistening you lunge!

Like a limpet clinging, biting
Cannot shake you like a disease.
Why is my pain so inviting?