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Running out of time

Running 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

Strike a pose

For many years I have been a life model, have done uni work, high school sixth form students work and I now model for an evening class which in the present weather is warm, but in winter it can rather chilly. It's hard work holding a pose for long periods of time and people are very friendly and we have great conversations...a drink at break time, as I wonder around looking at what the artists have produced, I have my favourite artists too. It pays quite well. I will be posting on here from now on and hope to one day have a go at drawing!

Control

I've locked the door,
Turned out the light.
My world has been
turned upside down.
I got in a fight.
He knocked me down
from behind, my tears
stung as I thought I
was going blind.
I did my best. I
kept my nerve, but
he was too strong.
I felt some pain
again and again.
The taste of blood
flooded my mouth.
Coloured rainbows
stabbed my brain.
I felt something
sharp cutting
at my throat. I tried
and tried to escape.
This happened so
quick I felt
urge to be sick.
I never thought
this would happen
to me. I hit him
hard, he felt the
blow as he stumbled
he momentarily let
go. I held my breath
my heart pounding
in my chest. I ran
And I ran all the
way home. As I
sit here behind
my door I can feel
my whole body
Shake. I dare
not move. I dare
not speak, my
clothes are dirty
and torn......
I feel so weak.
I was afraid.
I let myself go,
I can smell the
pungent scent
of piss. I lost
my nerve..I
thought I'd lost
all my tomorrows.

Whitby

This is where we are.... Whitby North Yorkshire

Meditation

Long 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.

Inner strength

I see this is how my mum views
the world around her.
Tears well when I see her cry, arms wrapped around
Her like rose petals before the rose curls up and dies.
Take hold my hand dear mother, I am here for you, I will
Not let anything hurt you... I whisper in her ear.....
I love you.

Dementia

This isn't my mum.
one minute she's
fine the next she's
not.
Memory loss is
what the doctor
called it.
BOLLOX!!
Dementia is
what it is, it
isn't nice and
it will get
much worse.
Today she
was good, nice
happy ish
polite..my mum.
Phone went
around half 7,
my dad's voice,
my thoughts
raced to panic
in milliseconds,
my mum's gone
a.w.o.l again.
She didn't eat
her dinner
and didn't have
a drink..when
I asked her why
she said she didn't
want to, it isn't her,
she's got aliens in
her memory pad.
My dad's 81 this year.
He's takin the brunt
of her anger, last
night we had tears.
He tried to show
his affection by
planting a kiss on
her lips, she pulled
away.. not once
but twice... this is
going to get ugly,
she may get violent.
Who knows what's
going on inside
her head! I have
to stay strong..
not sure about
that.. my dad
will need me to
be a brick for him.
god help this
rocky road we're
about to ride
a long.......
my mum's
mum had this
ugly thing
called
Dementia..
she's died
aged
99.

R.I.P Gem

 On December 17th around 7pm our baby girl Gem all of six months old, managed to escape our garden, get onto the country lane and ..... well we found her limp body only a few yards from our drive way.  I called the police as it is a criminal offence if to run a dog over but not to report it. We came to the understanding that the driver of the vehicle was either coming from the pub, late for the pub or just going to fast. The police sent out a patrol car the next day but they didn't hold out any hope of anyone coming forward. I can only assume their is a person out their some where with a battered front bumper and not a conscience to be seen any where. We have buried our baby girl next to Megan who died earlier this year due to cancer. We are very sad and Holly our remaining black Labrador doggy is missing her mate.

 

Our new puppy Gem

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...

Megan

R.I.P lovely Meg

Poorly pooch

Meg 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!

Z...........O............M.........B...............I................E

 How do you eat your stake?

Done Deal

Yesterday 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.

 

       Priscilla is her name                  

YAMAHA FZ8

SOLD !!!

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 email...dinahthomp@aol.co.uk...buyer collects


Good luck people... or just enjoy looking at what I ride.


Indi ~ over and out

Pretties for sale

                                             FOR  SALE
 

 




 £12.00 EACH




FIRST COME , FIRST SERVED

Love at first sight

The first time ever I saw her
I just knew we were meant
for each other.
Classy bird with all the right
ingredients. Shiny...bright
she caught my eyes.. a
match made in heaven.
Mileage is good...to fair.
Time to part with my
first love, to make room
for y new love. Two
big broad wheels..
shiny n light. 14 litre
capacity... huge head
light. From Yamaha
to Kawasaki in one
fell swoop.. I've yet
to take her for a spin.
See what she's really
capable off.. open
throttle, wind in
my teeth... her
colour is racing
green. Two years
old, less than 2 thou
on the clock.. big
broad seat, plenty
of room for two...
wink wink if you
see what I mean.
Kawasaki 800 W.
Look her up.. ya
might just agree.

New beginnings

New beginnings,old times lost, buried ...
forgotten.. undone.

Once there was an ugly
duckling... but I'm not
a vegetarian no more,

So I took her, but in
my mind, she lay
beside me... I fucked
her and she with , my
head. Years decade
my love for her..
Shovel in hand.
Dagger for back
up. We had that
final fling..
I killed the
love I had for
her, you now
know how
I felt. I
often wondered
if I knocked
upon your
door, what
kind of
a reception
I would receive,
did you actually
still care.. I don't..

I have no words
to tell you..
no love I may
dig up.. my
life has got
new meanings
now.
My heart
has mended,
I'm no longer
a mess, I'm
healed, ya know.

I've realised
now that what
was then, needed
to be. I did once
adore you, but
you became
some what
boring to me.

I've moved
on..
And YES,
I have come
out the other
side...smiling.

So why am I
writing this
on my long
lost blog?

Because I
can, I am
now back
in control.
Life treats
me well.

Time on my hands

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¬

 

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.

 

Angel Eyes

     I call this poicture Angel eyes. So I've chosen this for the centre piece my story, which happens to be very true,

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
several miles... a dual carriage way., two lanes up and on the other side two lanes down.
Prior to trying to get on the the dual carriage way, down the slip road which under most normal
circumstances is fairly easy. Saturday was a day when I realised I must have had a gaurdian angel
looking over me. We have blue tooth devices on our helmets so we can communicate with each other
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!'
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.