13 Reasons Why…

Things that make me happy

1. My Family
2. A good book
3. Christmas morning
4. A new gin
5. A good film (Harrison Ford is a bonus)
6. A snuggle with my baby girl (not so much of a baby)
7. Autumn
8. Tulips
9. When a student ‘gets it’
10. Hugs
11. A good joke (one liners are the best)
12. A sing-along-song on the radio (daydream believer maybe)
13. My family (they are my joy)

A Year In My Life

Hola!!

So, today I finished watching the Netflix original series “13 Reasons Why”. This show has been all over social media recently so I thought I’d give it a go!

*spoiler alert*

The show is about a young girl, Hannah Baker, who has committed suicide and left behind tapes with the ’13 reasons why’ she killed herself. The show is incredibly moving and really highlights a subject which is still very taboo! During the show we see how Hannah deals with the situations which lead to her suicide, and we see how those she left behind are dealing with her death. Throughout the show we see a range of horrific situations; bullying, rape, alcohol/drug abuse, physical abuse, road traffic accidents, and of course suicide. We confront all of these situations in a real but sensitive way, which really highlights some of the terrible things going on in the world. Things we…

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Wisteria

I do not personally climb – I am not a fan of heights

So – to fit today’s prompt ‘climbing’ – I went another way

Wisteria

I like climbing plants – we have a lot of ivy on our house – and the occasional bit of clematis – but I got climber envy when out on a walk recently

There is a pretty old house in Spalding, by the river, and it had this beautiful wisteria across the front

Something Silly

Prunella was not happy, she had been saving her money for months.  A penny here and a pound there.  Gradually filling her terramundi, feeling the weight grow every time she added more change.

Prue had always been a saver, even from before her birth when Grandad had set up a savings account for her.  She loved saving, especially when she had something to save for.

This had been the single most important thing that she had ever saved for.

The day had come and Prue had smashed open the ceramic globe.  She had counted up the money, making neat piles.  She knew exactly how much the gift cost and, as she counted, she smiled.  There was enough, just enough.  Phew.

Prue got her Daddy to take her to the shop, they walked because the shop was on their street.  Prue walked past the shop every day with Mummy and Mummy looked at the jewellery box in the window.  She told Prue about the box she’d had when she was a girl.

Prue had been determined.  She had saved like never before, she had been so careful with every penny.

However careful she had been, there was one thing that she had not planned for.

The shopkeeper had shaken his head and looked sadly at the the little girl.  “I am so sorry,” he had said to her Daddy, “I sold it yesterday.  If only I had known, I would have put it on one side.  I would have kept it for you Mr Dent.”

Prue walked home, crying.  Next time she would have to be even more careful with her money.  Even more Prue Dent.