The Truth is…..

…..that I think I have Covid again, and I feel dog rough, so I am away to the sofa for a week to read books and watch Downton Abbey – this treatment seemed to help last time.

Also, I am searching for a book I read in the early 90’s, though it might not have been written then. I can’t remember the author, nor the title. It was about a young girl who was evacuated during WW2 to a farm in the countryside. She’s a sweet kid but gets the wrong end of the stick about everything, thus making it an amusing tale as she passes on misunderstood observations, and meddles in the love life of an older farm girl. Anyhow it’s driving me potty that I can’t remember the author’s name!

Right, I am away to my sick sofa!!

And Now This….

C2 has a point, I should stop waffling on in my posts. So I bring you this – I will leave this here without any further explanation.

Vintage collage with vintage map, and printed images.

Christ, I thought it was Friday, but have a nice weekend in any case.

Happy 4th July! – And the return of ChArmaIne2….


Well this is embarrassing – my most popular post of 2024 was written by ChArmaIne2! This morning she informed me that I was no longer needed as an author on the Wonky Words blog, apparently it would function perfectly well without me. I whimpered a little in response, and muttered something about calligraphy and collages. She said that I could still supply artwork and that she was willing work around my efforts. How kind!

So enough from me, over to C2, who has written a short story…

The Day the Orange Blob Descended Upon the USA

Once upon a time in the not-so-distant future, a peculiar phenomenon occurred in the skies above the United States. An orange blob, resembling a gigantic, shimmering pumpkin, began its descent from the clouds, casting an eerie glow over the land.

As the orange blob descended, an inexplicable wave of madness washed over the people of the USA. Violence erupted on street corners, uncontrollable rage filled the air, and boring fashion choices became the norm. It seemed as though the entire nation had been caught under a bizarre spell.

Amidst the chaos, an elderly man named Mr. B, who had previously been dismissed by the public as a bit dithering, and too old, sprung into action. Armed with nothing but determination and a homemade contraption, he took it upon himself to confront the orange blob to save the world from impending obliteration.

With unwavering resolve, Mr. B faced the pulsating orange mass and, to the amazement of onlookers, dispersed it with a series of yoga moves and a cleverly constructed gadget. As the blob dissipated into the atmosphere, a collective sigh of relief echoed across the nation.

With the disappearance of the orange blob, sanity returned to the people, and a newfound sense of peace and love spread throughout the land. The once chaotic streets transformed into scenes of harmony and tranquility, as individuals embraced one another with understanding and compassion.

In the end, the unlikely hero, Mr. B, was celebrated for his extraordinary bravery and ingenuity. The public’s perception of him shifted, and he became a symbol of hope and resilience.

And so, the legend of the orange blob and the humble hero who saved the planet from madness lived on in the hearts of all who bore witness to that extraordinary event.

Right. I am all packed. I will leave you in the capable hands of C2 for the rest of the year.

A Curious Week

I have had a curious week. There has been a fruitless telephone conversation with a pension company, followed by a random cheque received from Scottish Widows with no covering letter to explain what the money is for. Maybe they appreciated my calligraphy so much that they sent me money for making an effort. I had previously explained to them that my investigations proved that they had sold my old workplace pension to another pension provider. I know better than to cash-in random cheques. I will wait patiently for the explanation that will no doubt arrive some time in May 2026.

To soothe my weary soul – and it is weary, what with all the football and politics colliding on our screens – I made another collage. I am rather fond of this one:-

Collage with vintage paper and new paper plus calligraphy

And this is it before it was stuck down:-

This image is purely decorative.

It takes a lot of time to find an assemblage of pieces that I am happy with and when I do I take a quick snapshot of it so that I don’t forget where I’ve placed all the papers.

I haven’t had an ear-worm this week – Elegia kept popping in for a reprise – it seems I am still watching Pretty in Pink in my head, so I can’t go wrong with another from that film….

Have a good week, and don’t forget to vote for one of those 2 men!! Or somebody else if you have a choice.

A Seamy Tale of Cheap Love After 7pm….

I made this….

Collage-private-eye-RDSmith

Yes, I have collaged my favourite Private Eye clipping featuring the seamy affair between Mr R D Smith and his part-time love, Mrs Kelly, stitched together and exposed via the media of misprints and classified ads. I haven’t made a collage for almost a year, so I’m pleased that I tried. I’m not altogether happy with the result, but I framed it all the same…

framed collage

This photo isn’t so much about the collage, it’s about the rain running down the window pane. Yep, whilst the rest of the UK basks in glorious sunshine the rain still finds Devon. And what is this nonsense about a heat warning for the whole country from Monday???? The temperatures here are forecast to get no higher than 23C on Wednesday – which is normal.

I finish with my ear worm of the week – I thank Jon for this as he unwittingly put it in my head. This is the short version…

Next Week:- Joy rushed to the oven. “I do believe my buns are on fire” she cried.

Ear Worm of the Week….

….or since Savvy mentioned it in my comments box a couple of weeks ago.

I think I will share this as Sunday Music so everyone can suffer… I do like it, but I don’t want it in my head ALL the time.

Meanwhile, it’s been so cold that I lit the wood burner! Unheard of!!! Or is it? Looking back at old photographs I notice that during summer months I was more often than not wearing a cardigan. My family were fond of taking holidays in Wales, Up t’North, and in the West Country – so maybe this cold weather is only unusual in London and the South East. There was no endless lawn management when I lived in that part of the country as all the grass would be yellow-brown by mid-July and wouldn’t need any care until April the following year. I remember those crispy fried lawns with fondness, with the ground so hard that the sprinklers we jumped through would leave mud-free puddles, which the dog would lap from. Devon is different – turn your back for 5 seconds and the garden turns into a jungle.

Have a good week, and enjoy the ear-worm!