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Turning tables – I suppose this phrase has its origins in gambling. I went to Las Vegas once, – saw people on slot machines before breakfast. It seems a strange alternative to cereal and toast to me.

Posted By joey On 02.26.2011 @ 12:49 am

Barbers are for men – at least round here, in this Wiltshire backwater. I hardly ever visit a hairdresser, but I suppose the day will dawn when I need to take my little grandson to the barber, sit him in that huge chair, and watch his precious hair drift to the floor.

Posted By joey On 02.25.2011 @ 2:24 am

I hope to spend this afternoon on a bench in the park. The forecasters have promised sun (do we believe them?) and so I shall take my books and my pens, leave the dreaded laptop at home, and work in sunlight. Bliss!

Posted By joey On 02.24.2011 @ 12:55 am

I love mangoes – and the best I ever tasted were eaten in the Serengeti game reserve, chopped out by machetes by our guides. Juice dripping down my chin, – so wonderfully sweet. Somehow they don’t taste the same at home.

Posted By joey On 02.23.2011 @ 3:34 am

There is a shopping place near where I live – an ‘outlet centre’ – shop-speak for collection of shops with ends-of-ranges etc. Great value for things like suitcases or shoes. But still nothing like as exciting as a proper market!

Posted By joey On 02.22.2011 @ 6:20 am

This was yesterday’s word! Unless there is some sort of time-lag, as I caught up with this site last night, and it’s now mid-morning. Are we working on west-coast America time? Fine if we are – though it helps to know.

Posted By joey On 02.21.2011 @ 4:04 am

Sage – and onion. Though i wonder if the whoever behind this site presumed we’d write about sagacity, and wisdom, and that sort of thing. Rather than think of the rather straggly sage bush I have in my garden, and then think about food!

Posted By joey On 02.20.2011 @ 12:05 pm

As in House of Cards – which was a wonderful TV programme about the fragility of political systems here in the UK, with ample evidence of the corrupting properties of power. Which might seem to have nothing to do with cards, unless you are thinking laterally . . .

Posted By joey On 02.19.2011 @ 11:50 am

I read this as ‘triangle’ at first – and was about to launch into a memory of school concerts. Which, in view of the subsequent thought about brushing my daughter’s long hair, would have been a bit of a detour.

Posted By joey On 02.18.2011 @ 7:06 am

What a wonderful word for a wet Tuesday. I’ve spent the afternoon with a grandchild, returning him to his mother covered with chocolate from nose to navel – and I didn’t even apologise!

Posted By joey On 02.15.2011 @ 8:51 am

I don’t know much about chocolate, I’d love to have some of it raw though, the cocoa i suppose. Chocolate doesn’t really hold any aesthetic value to me, no moments of my life where I think of chocolate and am brought back to a moment in my life, and that doesn’t really bother me too much I suppose.

Posted By Joey On 02.14.2011 @ 10:52 pm

I was asked to read a poem at an open mic session recently; it was probably flattery but i agreed anyway. Then had to hold the mic, and my poem, and stay out of the way of projected images on the wall – too much, all one time. Next time i’ll just listen.

Posted By joey On 02.14.2011 @ 6:09 am

The charge of the Light Brigade- no idea why that popped into my head. The headlong charge to destruction, driven to certain death by ignorant generals. tho maybe somethings don’t change. sending soldiers out to die never seemed the best idea to me.

Posted By joey On 02.13.2011 @ 10:24 am

I used to enjoy sewing. But the real seamstress was my great-grandmother, who sewed shirts for gentlemen, and used the money to pay for all nine children to go to school. it was her effort that laid the foundation for a love of learning in the family.

Posted By joey On 02.12.2011 @ 8:49 am

Revolt – what is happening in Egypt as we write. Such brave people, spending day after day in the square, because they believe in a future. We wish them well, from thousands of miles away.

Posted By joey On 02.11.2011 @ 9:42 am

Difficult one this. I’m not sure I believe in cowardice – it’s such a short throw from self-preservation. Why heroic to stand in the line of fire and die, and cowardly to hide behind the bushes, stay alive and watch your children grow up. Makes no sense to me.

Posted By joey On 02.10.2011 @ 9:13 am

The smell of summer – roses, something gentle like lilies. If is a soft-smelling word, but too often misplaced. My grandmother’s powder was described as fragrant, but it always made me sneeze.

Posted By joey On 02.09.2011 @ 8:13 am

You could just smell it on him. His fear. He had never come anywhere close to as frightened as he had been. It wasn’t hard for me to tell that he had just gone through the worst possible thing a thirteen year old boy could go through. I watched as his father simply waved at him, a devilish grin on his face, as he drove away and left his son at the school.

Posted By Joey On 02.08.2011 @ 1:22 pm

I try not to use an alarm in the morning. I hate the way it niggles me while i sleep, the persistent wake-up, wake up. All I want to do is hide under the duvet, emerging in half an hour for a cup of tea. But then I’m not good at mornings.

Posted By joey On 02.08.2011 @ 5:46 am

I wish some girls’ alarms would go off. They think that they are in love with the most wonderful person in the world, but they aren’t good enough. Abusers sicken me. What sick sadistic pleasure do you get out of putting someone who trusts you so much down? You should be treated like the dogs you are.

Posted By Joey On 02.07.2011 @ 7:57 pm

I take pills – like any aging person. Statins – then I can eat cheese without feeling guilty. Or worrying that my arteries will clog up and my brain seized by general torpor. Well, that’s the idea.

Posted By joey On 02.07.2011 @ 4:08 am

Your pain isn’t really going away, you are only suppressing it. You are being silenced. You are being handled. Your life is now blurred, dulled down. Numbed. You may not feel it, but that does not mean that it is right for them to just treat it temporarily and put you off to the side. You are beautiful.

Posted By Joey On 02.06.2011 @ 11:32 am

I almost wrote about controlling men – my life seems to have been full of them – and then the image of the Fat Controller from the Thomas the Tank Engine books popped into my head – so much more entertaining. Puts controlling in a whole, new, ridiculous light.

Posted By joey On 02.06.2011 @ 4:36 am

I have one in my room. The back is missing. I watch change the channel so much, so I don’t mind that. I also have an Xbox 360 controller. I’ve spent the last six years of my life with that, meeting so many diverse people, experiencing so many new things, and having the best times of my life. Is that sad? No. I’ll never regret it. :)

Posted By Joey On 02.05.2011 @ 11:11 pm

Not a word for the faint-hearted, though – as writers – we should engage with the feelings behind it. But is there anyone who has never thought that the world would be better off without them – in those darkest moments. It is only those we love that keep us going.

Posted By joey On 02.05.2011 @ 2:04 am

Difficult one, this – it smacks of difficulties with separation, linked like a sort of dough, stretching, unable to separate but needing to do so. Not sure I’ve made myself clear.

Posted By joey On 02.04.2011 @ 9:12 am

I could do with one of those – given that it’s early (for me – I suppose many people will have been working for hours, while I’m still reaching for the coffee, hoping that it will give me the boost I need to feel like a Thursday).

Posted By joey On 02.03.2011 @ 12:57 am

My husband (he died, about 15 years ago) loved photography, and transformed our utility room into a dark room. Which was fine until a cat needed an urgent visit to the garden – via the darkroom. Imagine, if you will, a cat with her legs crossed waiting for until the photographic coast was clear!

Posted By joey On 02.02.2011 @ 8:05 am

I like to spread strawberry jelly on my toast in the morning. The seeds make an amazing galaxy of strawberry stars. The more I spread it out the more patterns I can make. I am in control of the strawberry galaxy. Breakfast is happy.

Posted By Joey On 02.01.2011 @ 10:31 am

jelly – reminds me of children’s parties. When I was about six I had a birthday party, and another little girl – called Lois, with long dark hair that made me so very jealous, had so much jelly she announced to the group of giggling girls that she was about to be sick. But I don’t recall any mess, so maybe she didn’t.

Posted By joey On 02.01.2011 @ 5:26 am