And It's Goodnight From Me - New Read

My new read is an 'old friend', Discworld's Mort by Terry Pratchett. Mort is one of my favourite Discworld novels, as always TP's unusual look at the character of Death plays a key role. I love TP's depiction of the Grim Reaper and I can guarantee it will have me smiling if not falling out of my bed laughing. The perfect end to any day, s little humour, much needed humour right now. It is sure not a happy time for me with Pops passing away, though I think from his point of view it is a good thing and I am sure he is in a much better place. OK I am knackered with all the stuff I need to get done but I am grateful it stopped me having to think about things for a bit, a sweet moment of room to breathe.

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600 Seconds at Lunch - People should ...

People should respect others' right to be. They should accept each other for who they are. Not a lot to ask you might think but such a rare thing to find. Maybe is we start with self respect and self acceptance we then might also begin to do the same for others. It is impossible to accept some one elses choices and opinions if we have problems accepting our own. To judge others as being wrong or right, in truth, is not really our right or place. No matter what gender, age, race, religion, sexual orientation, etc., every one has a right to be. No that does not mean being in some one's face about your self and who you are. Discretion and tact are also acts of respect.

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Morning Pages - Fairy wings

Shimmering bright, the wings of fairies glisten in sun and moonlight as they flutter about, unseen, unheard, their business. Flower fairies, tree fairies, water fairies, pixies and sprites, all different but all equally blessed with iridescent gossamer wings. As they meet up at the fairy glen for dance, play or just to socialize the mass of sparkling wings glints in the light like morning dew in the first rays of the sun. Hush now, let your ears listen for the soft butterfly whisper of a fairy in flight.

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And It's Goodnight From Me - Coco

Coco is a friendly black with white smudges long-haired queen cat. She keeps her long, shiny fur pristine but still likes her brush through. Coco is a lady and gracious until it is kibble time then she has no qualms about getting in the thick of things with the rest of the mogs. Coco's favourite sleep place is on top of the book shelf in amongst my art kit. I think she fancies herself with a brush and paint or maybe as a life art model, if she could keep still long enough to pose. Coco's preferred treat is oaty biscuits at bed time. Of course she likes her catnip and milky buttons too. Coco loves being fussed and curling up beside human thigh, fluttering her long lashes for an extra fuss. She's not a lap cat but she is a friendly little soul.

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And It's Goodnight From Me - Ratzy

Ratzy is our biggest cat. A huge great gentle grey and white giant of a mog. Not the most intelligent example of the feline world but then muscle and brain rarely inhabit the same being. Ratzy is a friendly chap and quite refined. His sleep place is on the towel shelf in the bathroom. Occasionally he is joined by Trouble if she can be bothered to climb up the shelves. Ratzy's favourite past time is fly chasing not that he particularly successful at it. Despite is enormous size Ratzy is light on his feet and extremely agile, more so than some of the sleeker and more streamlined cats. Ratzy has become Waya's hero and she adores him and he looks after her.

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600 Seconds at Lunch - Write down your favourite poem

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgabe

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch"

He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame
Come whiffling through the tulgey wood
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vopal sword went sniker-snack
He left it dead, and with it's head
He went galumphing back.

"And , has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
Ands the mome raths outgabe'

Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll, 1872