Live forever.

I’m gonna live forever, at least that’s what I’ve been told. I’m gonna live forever, even when I’m really old. I’m gonna live forever, in the poems and stories I share, I’m gonna live forever, in the lives of the people who care. I’m gonna live forever, in my own children’s thoughts, I’m gonna live…

Throwback Thursday: Renewal – the Reaper’s girl Part 1.

In the beginning he hadn’t thought about what happened after. He was just there to collect what belonged below, but she changed all that. The girl. They’d never fought him before. The relatives of those who had passed were usually blind to his appearance, oblivious to the role he played in transporting souls to their…

The loss of local industry.

My home town was once the centre of the boot and shoe and hosiery industry. We also made Fox’s sweets and Walker’s crisps, but with the exception of the crisps – as far as I can recall – it’s all but disappeared; to be replaced by student accommodation as one of local universities seeks to…

Sewing Saturday: World Textiles.

This sewing Saturday involved a talk by the lovely lady from World Textiles. Part of her talk was about the use of clothing to represent our tribal groups and how, thanks to global fashion’s influence, we’ve lost most of that. Having visited Indonesian and Asian countries for many years , she had some really fascinating,…

Throwback Thursday: Recharge.

This weeks throwback Thursday is an homage to the good old Daily Post’s Daily Prompt. I do miss it. The bus was on time for once. That was the one thought that circled her mind while the flurry of activity took place above her. Every day since she’d moved here the bus had been persistently…