Twas midnight on a wild and windy night, when my delirious husband thought he heard the sound of breaking glass downstairs and, in spite of the pain from recent spinal fusion surgery, leapt from our bed shouting about burglars in the house. His long-suffering wife (that’s me!) opened a bleary eye and, turning on the bedside lamp, watched her brave man as he staggered across the bedroom and rummaged in a corner, where he triumphantly raised a baseball bat kept there for potential burglar-whacking activities. He was stark naked apart from a huge surgical dressing up his spine and, once the adrenalin wore off and pain took over again he swiftly turned as white as that dressing and called for our son.
James appeared swiftly, justifiable confused, dressed in a fetching ensemble of vest and red Christmas underpants, with an equally bemused and sleepy puppy in tow. They had been…
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This is a real shaggy dog story, or a shaggy blog story as I like to call it! There is a sequel that I’ll post tomorrow!
A well deserved award for a terrific book blogger. Mrs Blogger’s blog is one of my favourites!
I was over the moon to be nominated for this by Kate fromThe Quiet Knitter Blog
Thanks a million Kate, yours is one of my favourite blogs so I was very honoured to be on your list.
Here are the award rules:
1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
*5. Select 15 other bloggers you want to give this award to.
*6. Comment on each blog and let them know you have nominated them and provide the link to the post you created.
3.I’ve thought of having a website totally devoted to books, even before blogs were a ‘thing’. To say I’m a book addict is putting it mildly. I’d been blogging about other…
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Here’s a link to my blog about what I do like about winter in the Netherlands!
When I was writing “The Song of the Cypress”, part of my daily writing routine was walking the nearby woods with Stella, our German Shepherd dog and the inspiration for the dog, Luna, in the novel. Since she died I had found it hard to walk the much-loved paths, without her tail spiralling madly in […]
A super interview and great insight into how Julie Watson has succeeded in achieving her dreams. A lovely author and a marvellous book! Looking forward to the next one!
Today I’m glad to present Julie Watson whose book “Born for Life : A Midwife’s Story” I’ve attached my review at the end of this feature.
Hello Julie, and welcome to my blog. Please tell my readers, how did you come to writing?
I had gone through a lot of challenges in my life and my daughter suggested that I write a book. I had thought about it periodically and she encouraged me to actually put my thoughts and events that had happened in my life down. It was a work that took three years in the end. I wrote and re wrote until I was happy with the book. I found writing very creative and enjoyable and found writing my story down emotionally healing.
How did you come up with your stories?
My stories come from my life experience; so have written with the emotions…
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Geoff West is an excellent story teller. This ones a real goody!
I met Barry one evning in the Dog and Duck. Here’s his story:
I stood in the queue with all the other down-and-outs, wondering whether the food tasted as awful as it looked.
It was a pretty dispiriting scene: a large church hall, stinking of unwashed bodies and misery. We shuffled forwards slowly, coughing, burping and grunting to each other.
I’d made a few friends today. Max, who’d been a roofer, until he’d fallen from a height and injured his spine, so that he forever walked with a limp and was unable to climb ladders. Losing his work meant that he’d soon lost his flat and then his marriage went by the wayside. And Bob, who used to work in a bank but had a problem with alcohol, so that he lost everything that mattered to him apart from the occasional shot of booze.
I’d soon learnt that my comrades…
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