tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49931452346026520652024-03-13T15:41:22.003+00:00Indi Pose, art, design, the female , flesh, model,me.Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.comBlogger556125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-39010725973640329342016-09-10T23:02:00.001+00:002016-09-10T23:02:30.214+00:00CLOSEDCIndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-75951760960194911802016-09-10T22:58:00.001+00:002016-09-10T22:58:36.662+00:00Running out of timeRunning out of time,
no more pretty pictures
for you the world to glare
at, I've tried it once, so
I'm going there again ..
No time to see, no time to
read, time to leave
for good this time...
I've had enough...
Am running out of
time
Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-28391214742203220402016-07-22T17:15:00.001+00:002016-07-22T17:24:35.850+00:00Strike a pose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a name='more'></a><br />Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-86448434106614485712015-05-10T07:46:00.000+00:002016-03-25T21:17:25.117+00:00ControlI've locked the door,<br />
Turned out the light.<br />
My world has been<br />
turned upside down.<br />
I got in a fight.<br />
He knocked me down<br />
from behind, my tears<br />
stung as I thought I<br />
was going blind.<br />
I did my best. I<br />
kept my nerve, but<br />
he was too strong.<br />
I felt some pain<br />
again and again.<br />
The taste of blood<br />
flooded my mouth.<br />
Coloured rainbows<br />
stabbed my brain.<br />
I felt something<br />
sharp cutting<br />
at my throat. I tried<br />
and tried to escape.<br />
This happened so<br />
quick I felt<br />
urge to be sick.<br />
I never thought<br />
this would happen<br />
to me. I hit him<br />
hard, he felt the<br />
blow as he stumbled<br />
he momentarily let<br />
go. I held my breath<br />
my heart pounding<br />
in my chest. I ran<br />
And I ran all the<br />
way home. As I<br />
sit here behind<br />
my door I can feel<br />
my whole body<br />
Shake. I dare<br />
not move. I dare<br />
not speak, my<br />
clothes are dirty<br />
and torn......<br />
I feel so weak.<br />
I was afraid.<br />
I let myself go,<br />
I can smell the<br />
pungent scent<br />
of piss. I lost<br />
my nerve..I<br />
thought I'd lost<br />
all my tomorrows.Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-88462117929759508492015-04-30T17:57:00.000+00:002015-04-30T17:57:45.575+00:00Whitby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySqGXqRGr0Q/TCBUA3lN8oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uo4q9ZcPy9s/s1600/Photo300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySqGXqRGr0Q/TCBUA3lN8oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uo4q9ZcPy9s/s320/Photo300.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0nzIV_dA1Q/UEemZdJupGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/fOoO64Myxvw/s1600/whitby%2B153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0nzIV_dA1Q/UEemZdJupGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/fOoO64Myxvw/s320/whitby%2B153.JPG" /></a></div>
This is where we are.... Whitby North Yorkshire
Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-18303258698934523022015-04-13T19:33:00.000+00:002015-04-13T19:33:03.248+00:00MeditationLong ago my soul was torn,
Today it was restored..
Plenty hugs, smiles and
Pure relief as we met
Once more....
Eight years passed
Pain of living in the
Past... Time to move
On.... And so on, here
We are again...
I knocked on her door
With anticipation in
My heart... Nervous
Makes tremble in
My voice....
I do not know why
I was worried of
My arrival, cup
Of tea... Some thing
To eat...3 hours
Went way too fast.
Laughter n tears
After all our years.
Our friendship
Is now back on track.Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-61173132524118300512015-04-09T20:25:00.001+00:002016-03-25T21:28:42.727+00:00Inner strengthI see this is how my mum views<br />
the world around her.<br />
Tears well when I see her cry, arms wrapped around<br />
Her like rose petals before the rose curls up and dies.<br />
Take hold my hand dear mother, I am here for you, I will<br />
Not let anything hurt you... I whisper in her ear.....<br />
I love you.<br />
<br />Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-49858705626309604892015-02-11T21:24:00.000+00:002015-02-11T21:24:10.848+00:00DementiaThis isn't my mum.<br />
one minute she's<br />
fine the next she's<br />
not.<br />
Memory loss is<br />
what the doctor<br />
called it.<br />
BOLLOX!!<br />
Dementia is<br />
what it is, it<br />
isn't nice and<br />
it will get<br />
much worse.<br />
Today she<br />
was good, nice<br />
happy ish<br />
polite..my mum.<br />
Phone went<br />
around half 7,<br />
my dad's voice,<br />
my thoughts<br />
raced to panic<br />
in milliseconds,<br />
my mum's gone<br />
a.w.o.l again.<br />
She didn't eat<br />
her dinner<br />
and didn't have<br />
a drink..when<br />
I asked her why<br />
she said she didn't<br />
want to, it isn't her,<br />
she's got aliens in<br />
her memory pad.<br />
My dad's 81 this year.<br />
He's takin the brunt<br />
of her anger, last<br />
night we had tears.<br />
He tried to show<br />
his affection by<br />
planting a kiss on<br />
her lips, she pulled<br />
away.. not once<br />
but twice... this is<br />
going to get ugly,<br />
she may get violent.<br />
Who knows what's<br />
going on inside<br />
her head! I have<br />
to stay strong..<br />
not sure about<br />
that.. my dad<br />
will need me to<br />
be a brick for him.<br />
god help this<br />
rocky road we're<br />
about to ride<br />
a long.......<br />
my mum's<br />
mum had this<br />
ugly thing<br />
called<br />
Dementia..<br />
she's died<br />
aged<br />
99.<br />
Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-6505308019897933542015-01-01T12:22:00.001+00:002015-01-01T12:22:25.559+00:00R.I.P Gem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-17450112818078641912014-10-02T17:44:00.000+00:002014-10-02T17:46:56.032+00:00Our new puppy Gem <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet Gem the latest arrival to our family.. After Meg died...Holly became lonely so we now have to black Labrador retriever's ...cute and oh so naughty ! My garden is a mess of holes and missing flowers that I swear I planted !! Gem is 4 months old and Holly is 11 months old... Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-46410639589041719882014-06-25T19:39:00.000+00:002014-06-25T19:39:29.562+00:00Megan
R.I.P lovely Meg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-231IHKZIMR4/U6sj4gIJIgI/AAAAAAAAA84/Ca1karSX6us/s1600/meg+++&++holly+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-231IHKZIMR4/U6sj4gIJIgI/AAAAAAAAA84/Ca1karSX6us/s320/meg+++&++holly+018.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHCxEPPCcqY/U6sk8y-MUeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/IMHVcAdguq4/s1600/meg+++&++holly+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHCxEPPCcqY/U6sk8y-MUeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/IMHVcAdguq4/s200/meg+++&++holly+019.JPG" /></a></div>Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-37113967803074205392014-05-06T16:12:00.000+00:002014-05-06T16:17:08.702+00:00Poorly poochMeg is our shared pooch, her real daddy is Joseph our son.
For reasons which we have her, our garden is a busy one,
people coming in and out all day...puppy also lives here,
some one to play....and amuse.
Meg has been , well...not quite herself of late, some thing
she didn't eat, although bones are now off the menu....
She had a season some time back, her back end is always
red.... some times it actually pours....paws ;).
Second time around, yesterday in fact, another phone call
another trip to see the nice man in the vets. Not
good news I cry. An internal examination reveals
a lump, which apparently shouldn't actually be there!
Poor Meg, but she's happy in her self... 7 years old.
Still full of life, running and paddling in muddy
parts when no one is watching...good appetite too.
She has a problem of going to the loo.... not much
Poo comes out and when it does....it's red too!!!
The lump is in a place that with all the money in
the world could not actually successfully OPERATE!
So for now we carry on...hoping with all our
hearts, that Megan our/shared pooch...lives on
some what a lot more...than the vet has got
planned!<i><i></i></i>
Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-285063663979120022013-10-13T18:52:00.003+00:002013-10-13T18:52:44.477+00:00Z...........O............M.........B...............I................E<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-12202628565437450722013-07-21T07:11:00.001+00:002013-07-21T07:11:24.792+00:00Done DealYesterday I sold my Yamaha (Nitebyrd) and became the new owner of the Kawasaki W800. Next Saturday I will take the appropriate paper work in and shake hands with David the manager of the motorbike shop...I don't get emotional about parting with bikes anymore. I know that who ever buys my old bike will have a nice ride with her as I have. She has travelled well, recently visiting Tuscany... which was awesome and no doubt we shall in the not to distant future shall revisit again...this time on my new set of wheels...can't wait.So here is the new bike to be. <br />
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SOLD !!!<br />
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FOR SALE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ £5,300. 2 yeas old from new . LED Indicators, Radiator guard , Akropovic exhaust.. two new tires.. taxed until Dec 2013. excellent condition. contact me on <a href="mailto:email...dinahthomp@aol.co.uk...buyer">email...dinahthomp@aol.co.uk...buyer</a> collects<br />
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Good luck people... or just enjoy looking at what I ride.<br />
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Indi ~ over and outIndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-35320292125653653672013-07-02T21:34:00.000+00:002013-07-02T21:34:07.655+00:00Pretties for sale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-69865543613358189232013-06-29T14:39:00.000+00:002013-06-29T14:39:28.790+00:00Love at first sightThe first time ever I saw her<br />
I just knew we were meant<br />
for each other.<br />
Classy bird with all the right<br />
ingredients. Shiny...bright<br />
she caught my eyes.. a<br />
match made in heaven.<br />
Mileage is good...to fair.<br />
Time to part with my<br />
first love, to make room <br />
for y new love. Two<br />
big broad wheels..<br />
shiny n light. 14 litre<br />
capacity... huge head<br />
light. From Yamaha<br />
to Kawasaki in one<br />
fell swoop.. I've yet<br />
to take her for a spin.<br />
See what she's really<br />
capable off.. open<br />
throttle, wind in<br />
my teeth... her<br />
colour is racing<br />
green. Two years<br />
old, less than 2 thou<br />
on the clock.. big<br />
broad seat, plenty<br />
of room for two...<br />
wink wink if you<br />
see what I mean.<br />
Kawasaki 800 W.<br />
Look her up.. ya <br />
might just agree.Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-28996073506797758502013-03-02T11:51:00.000+00:002013-03-02T11:52:01.571+00:00New beginningsNew beginnings,old times lost, buried ...<br />
forgotten.. undone.<br />
<br />
Once there was an ugly<br />
duckling... but I'm not<br />
a vegetarian no more,<br />
<br />
So I took her, but in<br />
my mind, she lay<br />
beside me... I fucked<br />
her and she with , my<br />
head. Years decade<br />
my love for her..<br />
Shovel in hand.<br />
Dagger for back<br />
up. We had that<br />
final fling..<br />
I killed the<br />
love I had for<br />
her, you now<br />
know how<br />
I felt. I<br />
often wondered<br />
if I knocked<br />
upon your<br />
door, what<br />
kind of<br />
a reception<br />
I would receive,<br />
did you actually<br />
still care.. I don't..<br />
<br />
I have no words<br />
to tell you..<br />
no love I may<br />
dig up.. my<br />
life has got<br />
new meanings<br />
now.<br />
My heart<br />
has mended,<br />
I'm no longer<br />
a mess, I'm<br />
healed, ya know.<br />
<br />
I've realised<br />
now that what<br />
was then, needed<br />
to be. I did once<br />
adore you, but<br />
you became<br />
some what<br />
boring to me.<br />
<br />
I've moved<br />
on..<br />
And YES,<br />
I have come<br />
out the other<br />
side...smiling.<br />
<br />
So why am I <br />
writing this<br />
on my long<br />
lost blog?<br />
<br />
Because I<br />
can, I am <br />
now back<br />
in control.<br />
Life treats<br />
me well.<br />
<br />Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-40158672031848774682012-11-15T10:06:00.000+00:002012-11-15T10:06:07.221+00:00Time on my hands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was bragging last week that I'd only had 2 days off sick this year and that was due to Cortie/steroid injection into my right thumb. Last weekend we went to south Wales for a long weekend. We stay at this amazing B&B... well I don't know about you but when I visit some one else's house I think it only good manners to remove your foot wear! So I did... after several cups of tea, I made my way through the hall way to use the toilet.... what happened next almost brought me to tears. The hall way is carpeted some of the way .. the rest of the way is beautiful welsh stone flag flooring...not totally lever, not kind to toes when stubbing them. I spent the whole journey home with my right fourth toe bleeding and throbbing. The next day I hobbled to work...spent 15 minutes there then hobbled back to the car...spent 20 minutes in the doctors surgery... and 3 hours in A&E at our local hospital! X ray shows it isn't broken but the bruising is painful... the toe upon impact must have lifted of the fleshy part and...well as you can see from the photo.... I'm now off work due to not having a shoe fit to wear for work..... oh and the pain. I will also at some point in the not so distant future lose my toe nail. So what am I doing with all this spare time on my hands? Putting it to good use.... see below¬<br />
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These are made souly by me. The necklace & bracelet sets retail at £20.00, bracelets on their own retail at £7.50..necklaces at £12.50. I can separate but I normally make the set. I have a pay pal account.. price for P&P is an additional £1.50. I can make to order but I never use the same beads as I prefer to make unique Jewellery using different beads, however should anyone require a certain colour or length then I can adapt.</div>
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Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-39395487473677594172012-10-15T16:43:00.000+00:002012-10-15T16:50:16.778+00:00Angel Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Saturday just gone I was out enjoying the good weather with my husband, we were on our motorbikes. On our way to a place called Lichfield which consists of riding on a long road for<br />
several miles... a dual carriage way., two lanes up and on the other side two lanes down.<br />
Prior to trying to get on the the dual carriage way, down the slip road which under most normal<br />
circumstances is fairly easy. Saturday was a day when I realised I must have had a gaurdian angel<br />
looking over me. We have blue tooth devices on our helmets so we can communicate with each other<br />
while riding. I'd left the traffic lights after they had green, made great head way in front and away from traffic behind me. My other half shouted to me 'watch out for that car, it's right behind you!'<br />
At that point I checked my left side and the car was so close it was a miracle I wasn't by this point under her wheels and in big trouble. I calmly checked my right shoulder.... hit the indicator moved over into the right hand lane... at which point my husband has lost eye contact with me, assuming the worst!! She only followed me into the right had lane. By the time I'd manouvered my bike to where I thought I'd be safe, she had over taken me...driven like some crazed mad woman past me over taken me then without checking for on coming traffic ..proceeded to crossover two lanes into the right hand lane....still driving like some dickhead.... I have gotten over my dice with near death... it's a good job I stayed calm other wise I dread to think what might have happened! Phew!! Sunday I went into post traffic stress dissorder...... thankful it didn't boil over into something tragic. I was tempted to follow the driver and find out who she was...report her for dangerous driving.... on the other hand...best not to have done that, I would most likely have lost my temper and smacked her one.Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-69540846493482244912012-10-09T16:27:00.000+00:002012-10-09T16:27:00.945+00:00'Ta dah'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made these little beauties over the weekend. For a friend at work who is getting married this Friday.<br />
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I have excelled my talents once again, but it isn't always about the exchange of money that gives me<br />
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the joy of making such items. When people say 'thank you' and 'WOW' my friend on face book<br />
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wrote 'Stunning.. and once again thank you 'this is what counts, it's nice to be appreciated some<br />
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times in life and in what we do. I had a big smile on my face all day yesterday due to my friends<br />
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response. She will be getting wed the Friday some where in Wales, I hope the sun shines for her<br />
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on that day, and forever in her newly married life. <br />
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Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-49381312019316372582012-09-24T20:49:00.001+00:002012-09-24T20:49:09.712+00:00Made by me<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">
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£7.99.... I have a paypal account. Any offers... I shall be making more jewellery so watch out.<br />
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Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-43145508372626393162012-09-05T19:57:00.000+00:002012-09-05T20:02:26.258+00:00Stunning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whitby ~ our piece of heaven.<br />
Roads built for speed, views<br />
full of colour..seaguls scream.<br />
Three days of sunny bliss..<br />
ice cream-fish n chips.<br />
Walks on the beach..<br />
shops selling days gone by<br />
sticky sweets. Jet jewellry,<br />
amber too.. rock pools<br />
searching for crabs.<br />
Magpie cafe.. pots<br />
of Yorkshire tea..<br />
squid soup, mushy peas.<br />
Top of the hill, many steps<br />
climb, time to stand still,<br />
take a breath..admire the<br />
the stunning views.<br />
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<br />Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-22103540125405810192012-08-31T13:54:00.002+00:002012-08-31T13:54:58.656+00:00Awol..Am off now,<br />
for a couple<br />
of days n<br />
nights, just<br />
me n him<br />
on our<br />
bikes.<br />
Lie ins<br />
fresh air,<br />
with him<br />
at my side,<br />
and me in<br />
his arms.<br />
Walks by<br />
the sea, with<br />
hopefully<br />
sunshine<br />
thrown in<br />
for free.<br />
We need<br />
a break,<br />
a few<br />
days by<br />
the sea..<br />
to celebrate<br />
our<br />
wedding<br />
anniversary.Indihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993145234602652065.post-9094412628601913382012-08-28T17:09:00.001+00:002014-03-23T21:33:40.300+00:00Slice of heavenIndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053334760178183725noreply@blogger.com0